Erich Maria Remarque. Shadows in Paradise (№ 170553)

Often I looked at my own feelings a bit. I took it, so to speak, not full face and in profile. They didn't fill me up entirely, and slithered past. I don't know why. Maybe it was fear, or maybe complexes. You're all different. With you I think. All my senses are wide open. You good love and just as good to be with you then. Here it is now. With many women this is not possible and not desirable. Now, do you know that it is better when you love, it seems that it's the pinnacle, and then, when you lie in bed with you in complete peace, it seems that I loved you more.