Book: Collector. Page 1

That's what she never realized is that for me the most important thing was to have it with you. If you have and all that I was pretty. And nothing more was not necessary. Just wanted yourself to have it and that all the excitement was finally over, that all was quiet.

Well, it was awful, I couldn't stand it, with me always something to do, when she was crying. Went up to her and say, tell me what you want, I'm what you want, you buy. Well, here she turned away, so abruptly, crying, but eyes flashing, stood up and ran towards me and repeated: "Out, out!" Awful. Just like crazy.

All I ask is that they say it so you understand how I love you how I need you how deeply it. Even have to make an effort. Sometimes.

Just because you are all that I have in this life. Just for the sake of living.

She was different, not like those women who don't respect you anyway, no matter what you do. It was impossible not to respect.

It was something that I myself would become, could not become as good, it was clear that she nothing else from me and not waiting. I mean, when she really appeared, was here and there, everything else seemed so bad, nasty.

The face is gentle. And brave. And here, I do not know why, suddenly imagined her sitting on my lap, quietly, and I gently put my hand on her silky bright hair, the hair fell free, then I saw how it was dissolved.

I know this is an old - fashioned Declaration of love, I wasn't going to do it, at least not at this moment. In my dreams it was always so, that will be the day we look into each other's eyes, kiss and don't say anything, but it is after all.

All now in a hurry to get everything quickly, to think about something, have them want to get hold of, at least in the hands to hold, but I'm not, I'm old fashioned, I like to think about the future and that everything went on as usual, all the time.

But, no matter how good you learned how to Express personality in line and color, nothing happens if the person that there is no need to Express.

And I'm sitting here on the bed and imagine the future: how am I consumed with love for a certain person; I know I can't do anything by half, can not love in half, I feel I have lots of love and I'm ready to give everything heart, body and soul - to some cynics like a C. V. Which will betray me. Can see it coming. Have a passion and a fury. Jealousy. Despair. Bitterness. Something in me will die. In it, too.

You know that is completely absent from individuals of your own sex?
He glanced at me sideways. I shook my head.
- Innocence. The only time we can see it is that when a woman undresses and can't look at you.

The women I loved always accused me of selfishness. This is my selfishness attracts and then repels them away from me. You know what they take for selfishness? It's not that I paint differently, live differently, speak differently, - that they have nothing. They like, even exciting. But they hate it when I don't like that they are not able to get their way.

The other day it felt funny. Listening to records, jazz. Caliban say what music is. You know? And he says:
- Sometimes in the garden. I have a good pruner is.