There is a photo of me you took right after rejecting my body. You said the streetlight was perfect and the setting felt just right for my eyes. I asked you to send me the photo and so you did. It's been a week already and I'm not sure I will ever find the strength to open your message and to look at it. I'm scared to death to see my broken dreams, hopes and inner fears captured so cold-bloodedly. For once I forgot about self-control before you and before a camera.
Never again.