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It feels like a dream come true to be surrounded by my passion every day.
Just yesterday, we received a breathtaking sculpture called “Psyche Revived by Cupid’s Kiss” from the Louvre itself.
My heart nearly burst with excitement when the movers brought it in.
To have such a beautiful piece right before me was simply mind-blowing.
The sculpture vividly captured Psyche and Cupid’s love story, freezing a moment of eternal longing and devotion.
It was both heartwarming to imagine such a deep connection and saddening to realize I wasn’t part of that fortunate duo.
Every night, as I lay in bed, the distant honking of cars seeping through my apartment windows, my mind wandered to Volk.
I replayed our time together so often, almost trying to exhaust hope, hoping to ease the pain in my heart.
You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
You’re safe now.
You have no idea how badly I’ve been craving you.
I guess this is goodbye, dorogaya.
I could still feel the warmth of his hands on me and hear his tender words in my ear.
The memory of how his eyes sparkled when I said his name, or darkened when my fingers traced his body, remains vivid.
There are nights when I wake covered in sweat, hair clinging to my head, mouth dry. In those disoriented moments, his name lingers on my lips as my hand searches for him, only to find the cold bedside beside me.
These restless moments have haunted me for three months now.
At first, seeing Alexsei revived a swirl of questions. I wanted to ask about Volk—how he was, where he was, if he ever thought of me.
Did our memories consume his mind?
Was he with someone else?
Each time, my heart cracked a bit more at the thought.
But each time, I restrained myself.
Volk gave me a chance to start anew, to escape the madness that nearly killed me.
I couldn’t afford to regress into hopeless dreams that would never come true.
So, I pretend.
I pretend we never met.
I pretend I never touched him.
I pretend I never kissed him.
I pretend I never let him in.
“Fancy some ice cream? I could really use a peanut buttery treat to wash away the taste of all that salty food,” I proposed, hoping for a positive response.
Living in New York City had its perks, but the solitude of my bedroom sometimes overwhelmed me, despite Dasha being just next door.
