Sztгѓr-lav-eskгњvг–dг–n Г‰n Is Ott: Leszek!!!

Go ahead. Say the words. Promise him your "always." I’ll be standing right behind the marble pillar, watching your eyes dart to the exit just for a split second. You’ll wonder if I’m here. You’ll feel the draft when the heavy oak doors swing shut.

You think the velvet ropes and the heavy-set security guards in earpieces can keep out a ghost? You’re wrong. I’m not here to throw a scene or scream "I object" when the priest asks. I’m far more dangerous than that. I’m the silence in the back row. SZTГЃR-LAV-ESKГњVГ–DГ–N Г‰N IS OTT LESZEK!!!

The church is cold, but the flashbulbs are hot. I can see the "Star-Love" headlines already, printed in cheap ink on tomorrow’s morning edition. Go ahead