Book: Martin

You have no idea what this excruciating feeling. As it happens, when you listen to a man and you think he is out of a Desk drawer, pulls out your head and thoughts. Includes music, and that's exactly what you wanted to hear.

And now it occurred to me that Andrzej kissed my sweater almost with the same tenderness with which Tomas was kissing my thighs.

If Jesus had lived to be seventy years, I think he would not love all people in a row.

I believe him as stupid. As well as believe in the love of the Spaniard, and that sprats were Golden.

... he was the apotheosis of misplaced joy. Like a pink carnation in the buttonhole of a suit of a dead man.

It's his wedding ring was the rebuke and at the same time sinful, perverse stimulus.

And I came up with this: I could not get to jam, and use the stove when it gets cold.
Your letter made me realize that love, except that she is, still should be fine. It can be difficult, but it can't be wrong.
Mine was inappropriate.

Paradoxically, more than the rest, seemed to her, she rejected Andrzej. The same Andrzej, whom she regularly several times a week, was given the heave-Ho. And despite this, he had to be with her, to teach her new poems, to engage in her computer to notice new shoes or a new nail Polish, buy her books, to remind her to call my dad and kiss her neck, but just in case before that will make her admiration. And then immediately forget that she allowed him to do it. He had to wait. Experience with it that her fascination with Torun, meekly to endure what she, without saying a word, disappears for the whole weekend, and came back, silent half the week, slipping like mad every time the phone is ringing.
He was tired of waiting. She didn't even notice he was out of the game. The silence gradually faded his presence. Like dying candles.

Every day she lived with confidence, and the next day received new confirmation that she is the most important thing in his life.

Go. Please, go away! Don't say anything... Go away!
He left without another word. And never came back. How dare he not return?!

I kind of love can not afford...

Now they were soldered to one another wedding rings, and when you run out of the chemistry, will look for a hacksaw.

But tomorrow he will have a new heart again to give it to her.

Men often see an interesting pattern: they eat in some women, and sleep in beds totally different.