Book: ...there are no memories without you. Page 2

I wanted this tomorrow, outside obligations. Waking up in a soft tangle of their own bodies and tell each other the dried up early in the morning voices: "Time to get up, my love..."

Joy is not just a smile on my face. Joy is believing the best when the best is seen worst...

Ask: what I most loved in this life? Answer: routine. Their beginnings and endings, their victories and defeats, their losses and gains. They were not even claim to uniqueness. All the usual, as many. But the most important meaning of this routine was that we met farewell days together...

Yes, my love. I never learned to sing like you, "Freedom" (the Freedom, that's what I need now, freedom to live), though, and learned to live without you. I did not cut short the white knuckles of his fists, even though you encouraged me to live with empty hands ready to receive. I never stopped to buy four Apple every two days, though it would be wiser to buy a large package once a week. The reasonableness I didn't need it.

Think really harmful. To think the contrary.

Look in the mirror and in the reflection you see, not myself, and you. As it should be. Love be a reflection of each other. I can't live without you and I know you can't do without me. "Together forever". Repeat after me... Helps.

When I miss a loved one, any little thing reminds me of him.

... Love has no middle ground: it either blooms or withers. When love is put to the test, it doesn't fade. Continues to bloom, but loses flavor. You can get it back. With time. I will give you the flavor of our love, I promise. You have the patience. Wait for the return of flavor... the time will Come when everything will be ours. When Fate would stand aside and say: "You enough tests. Live quietly..." you Know, for someone like my hope? In the spring. Soon she will ascend to the throne time. Banish the cold. Spring to life touching, feeling, kissing. We will also revitalize. Not long to wait. Look in the window. Spring is coming...

Don't get anything for free. Pay for a smile with tears. For the joy - sadness. For the sweetness - bitterness. For the faith - despair. For love - loneliness. Life their prices. One can only hope that each of us will be lucky enough to get often on the days of discounts. Discounts - it is simple luck. To be in the right place at the right time... Rummage in a tin box with checks, receipts, bills. Utilities paid up to the end of the year. With this pure. To dig further. Looking for checks for is happiness. Like debts to Fate not. Then why is the thread closed? Again, why suffer alone? Maybe it's time for payment for continued happiness? Willing to pay...

On the way to the dream not once been disappointed in its power. Despair pushed to the acts for which later became ashamed. Despair pushed at the silly madness, which is trying not to remember. A handful of pills, eroding the dry stomach. Escape to a place where darkness consumes the light. The soul searching, lost among the insults, the pain, the unanswered questions. I thought that in desperation I'll find myself. Wrong... the Change experienced is impossible, better make him with the words: "It was..." letting Go of the past means to be able to say aloud "all gone".

A strong man in this - a weak man in the past. The strong are not born, we come into the world weak, without exception. Grows stronger as they grow older. Strong people rarely acknowledge the existence of forces. It is easier for them to be called weak, at least to myself. Thus, to justify vices in a moment of weakness, to which everyone is entitled. If we go further, so we have power. If you stand still then found the strength to stay on his feet. If you fall and cry, then gaining strength, vyplakala tears of pain.

I don't want to look to the future, are not going to avoid future errors. We can't change fate. But this does not mean you have to give up, going with the flow. We are given the opportunity to correct the course of destiny, and this opportunity should be sure to use...

True happiness is so close. One has only to open his eyes wider, take a closer look and lend a hand...

Protect your favorite so that it is not afraid of my care. If a woman gets crowded in the aura of the man, she begins to search for freedom where searches end in betrayal..... I do not follow his beloved, maniacally calling dozens of times per day with questions "Where are you?" "Who?", "Where are you going?". Often just say to her "love"...