Book: If you knew.... Page 4

I'm not mad, I'm sorry, I also hurt you - just because it hurt me. In the end, we stabbed each other with their needles, trying to keep warm as porcupines. But became kinder and more tolerant, right?

The most difficult thing in a relationship is fucking the transitions from hope to despair, from confidence to doubt.

Always see you at night. You sit on the edge of the bed and I look into your eyes. Occasionally close your eyes and suddenly you disappear? But open you're still around. I understand that she is guilty. I need you. From solitude, out of habit or because they could not overcome the connection between us?..

The ability to be happy is a personal achievement. I'm usually in those moments when you feel happy, as if numb. Can't speak long sentences, based on some exclamations, and often do not say anything.

... eventually I realized that the situation and the people around are not to blame. We carry the past with them, and if it is wrong, wherever we ran, it will whine in his side.

I have two people. One always despairs and protected, he "fuck off" written on my forehead. The second bounces, carefully covers up the traces of defeats and headlong rushes towards life. Nothing will bring them back into one.

Yesterday, while I was writing the letter, understood the reason why love is so selfless, samounichtozhitsya and long did not release men from their lives. Clutching at them like a drowning swimmer in the last breaths. I didn't have a father.

Each of us lives with the pain, and another thing - how you feel about her. As to the pain pointless and exhausting - or how to pain, bring you closer to healing. Fear begins in isolation, but end with he should certainly the attainment of power.

I've almost learned how not to think about you. Sometimes still pulls to call to tell about my victory. You don't get too excited about its exclusivity. Not to think that I moved to another country because I was afraid to live where it is easy to meet you. I'd have told you that, I pressed "hang up" and immediately exhaled would actually a strange time when you've covered the whole world.

This love should she go, uh, no - probably to cool down, to develop into something more. From another direction, but certainly not to himself. Yes, we, women, so stupid works. And who is not... well, I guess they are lucky! I had no luck.

Getting out of rehab in early spring. I suddenly wanted to type in the package this inspiring weather, wear it on your head and tight tie under the chin. To breathe together, to the complete feeling of freedom.

Calendar with one page. That's better. A sober assessment of what we have at the moment.

It's not what we see. Much more important is that we feel. Only felt and experienced is never forgotten, this is the main part of our memories.

So many bitter drunk, so many strong of cigarettes smoked, so many people lost. Now I live a little limp, but braver - something to fear, when so many fears to overcome.