Book: ...there are no memories without you. Page 1

The past held its breath on my fingertips.

Our friends - pieces of our happiness...

Fate can not rewrite. I can't complain. Proud.

In the East it is believed that birds do not know how to be sad, as awarded eternal freedom. When they are disappointed, then permanently fly in the sky. The higher the better. Fly with confidence that the wind will dry the tears, and rapid flight would bring them to a new happiness.

Without you, Mishunya, not me. Shell, familiar to others, but gutted the insides.

If the person is broken, he is not able to answer for their actions.
Broken - not insane.
It is much deeper.

Love, post-breakup, rewarded with eternity.

In the spring of even terrible seems trifling. In the spring of tears dries in the floral and bewitching air. Spring blossom heart...

... Fear February - the painful transition from the chilling winter inspires the spring.

Depends on when we are few, our plans and hopes are increasingly helpless beginning with "if".

Feel free to own tears - is not to recognize their feelings. The most important thing - ourselves.

Wishes always: to save power, not to stop desiring. However, we gain much when we no longer need.

The first thing to do after realizing his guilt, is quickly to blame it on someone else.

To live is the right crazy. This is the biggest love bug...