Anna Gavalda. A breath of freedom (№ 142788)

... we both feel like halves of one whole, and we know that one without the other is not worth a lot. But we are so different... She's afraid of her own shadow - I'm on my flop without looking. She rewrites by hand sonnets - I download to your PC the latest hits. She loves painting - I prefer to photograph. She never tells what's in her heart, I post all what I think. She can't stand conflict, I seek to clarify the situation immediately to the end. She likes to be a little tipsy - I prefer to get drunk in the smoke. She doesn't like parties - I don't like to sit at home. She doesn't know how to have fun late into the night - I can't go to bed on time. She can't stand to play - I can't stand to lose. She is willing to help anyone and everyone - I was good only up to certain limits. She never comes out and I explode for any reason. She claims that the world belongs to those who rise early, - I beg her to talk quietly and let me sleep. It is romantic - I am a pragmatist. She was married - I still flit through life carefree dragonfly. She was not able to sleep with a man without love I can't sleep with a man without a condom. She... She needs me and I need her. She never judged me harshly. Accepts for who I am. My grey complexion and dark thoughts. Or with my blush and pink hopes.