March Cetro. The bitter chocolate. The book of consolations (№ 26811)

During this time, you led me to the standard maze entertainment in the children's Park: at the entrance - "never in my life", and the output - indifference. We followed the arrows, passing tenderness, awe, sadness, jealousy, "fuck you" and disgust. Sometimes she made circles back to passion and hope, sometimes looked in a very dark room, like hatred and revenge. I was, when it was spring and leave in early January. A little dizziness, it is very tempting to fall into the snow and close my eyes. After a lot of words, addressed to you (said, written, whispered, podolannya), all the colorful words that have one thing in common is that they have not received a response, then there remains the most simple: gratitude. Because solely because you came up with a theory of love which will be worn until, until you see someone new.