One night with a woman who loved me

The author writes about a woman with whom he spends only one night, last night, remembering everything that was between them. A woman does not allow a man to kiss himself on the lips, does not allow proximity to happen. Nevertheless, she is good to him and is tender - it allows herself to iron and even kiss, but not everywhere ... Not like before.
A man’s frank memories of the moments of happiness and pain, mistakes and conclusions. About the birth of feelings, as about a flowering tree, and about extinction, as a shameful indifference that he tried to conceal from it. About treason.
Vyacheslav the ashes created a new sensual and soulful story, in which more than ever speaks of the joys, sorrows and difficulties of the relationship between two close people