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I've recently realized about your favorite person such a thing. But I understood her, and realized that nothing I did. Although this thing, well, what I understand, it's so simple that I don't even understand how I did not understand before. Very simple. But I realized this and realized that I have this complicated life. But I'm not going to forget, now I'll live with it and, excuse me, please I'll tell you what I understand.
I understand that those who love me for real, not something imaginary, but to me, they love me not because I am good, but because they are beautiful. They like for whatever their reasons. To me these reasons are not clear. Exactly. They love me not because I am, but because they are.
I sometimes do, is otchebuchivayut, and then such a shame to look in the mirror.. They get angry, of course, they are offended, do not want to talk to me, grumble, swear, do not answer the phone.. But I love it. Love and forgive. Because the reason you love me is them, not me.
And those who do not love me, whom I unpleasant and even more so, who I'm disgusting, that they have reasons for the dislike I give.
But like everything some reason. Because when a person loves someone, he sees this man as no one else sees, and no love with a person to understand can not.
... that's why I got it? It has become more difficult, because to love and without that difficult. Oh.. love is really very difficult. Oh, how hard it is..
But how easy to love! Not to love is quite simple. The simplest thing might be: "don't like it!". And for this reason we produce so much dislike, produced in such quantities, because love - it's easier than, sorry for such a comparison than to pee to go.