Olga Brileva. On the other side of dawn (№ 378617)

I loved him because he loved me, ' she said. - For what has suffered, concealing his love, but was courageous, opening it. For what he offers himself to me just sincerely and without reserve as a sacrifice, fully revealing the palm of your hand, not trying anything to hold and leave himself; and he accepts me as a blessing, not demanding what is beyond my strength, but not neglecting a single bit. Love the sharpness of his mind, a frenzy of feeling, power of will, which led him in this crazy journey... I love him because he's who he is; because I am me. Here, perhaps, and all...