Book: Municipality or College crush

Of course, it wasn't love. Whatever it is - love it certainly was not. Is there light at least one person who is able responsibly to declare that so-and-so (or so then) - my first love?! The first, second and twenty-fifth in the period can be love. Passion. Lust. Attachment. Dependence. Love - it is always the same. First - it is the last. And it either happens - and then it never ends. Or you don't. And never know it - tormented by the arrangement of twenty ordinal numbers. Is everything always stays where there was no love.

If a lot of walking, then sadness becomes a lot less. Because the muscles, intensely pumping blood to consume oxygen when Hiking suffering in much larger quantities than if you suffer just lying on the couch. So if you like to suffer quickly, simply because that this mental exercise is included in the program of your complex mental exercises - you walk or run. But if a masochist and you longer suffering stretch - then you are welcome on the sofa.

Better deep puncture or incised wound of the soul, than chronically persistent hematoma. Or ... But who knows!

But the pain was not a dull, aching... the Pain was dagger. As if without anesthesia cut off some fragment of that life, not that of the body.

Today I am depressed, sarcastic, like hamlet, and dull-dreary, as a Unit.

A normal man not waiting for favors, and looking for ways. And in the presence of worthy causes, find.

Maybe women love so valid? Makes you stupid. It's good that you don't love anyone. Not getting stupid.

I immediately fell in love with you. Not pathetic. Not the romance. Just saw it and knew that I loved. I saw you and knew you - my love.

Well! Tell the woman that she was harder, smarter, prettier friend of hers - she's already happy. Primitive you create!

From all this I reached the dizziness and weakness... Tenderness and sensuality... Everything that is later called "happiness".

A man any woman should be treated like a Queen. Even if that is the most that neither is a notation whore...

It is impossible to repeat the first sunrise, the first the open sea, the first smell of Jasmine and the first entry under the arches of the old anatomical theatre.
It is impossible to repeat.
It is impossible not to love.
It is impossible to forget.
It is stitched in each neuron of each who had student ID medical Institute.

Just wish I could freeze the moment when it perfectly, - the rights of the classic. But that's only if more people had the gift to realize and accept the beauty and uniqueness of the moment that needs to stop.