Book: Loneliness in the Network. Page 14

Once again, thank you for everything, and most importantly, for what you are.

He once wrote:
Yesterday I was in a perfume shop and saw how women love to sprinkle himself on the inside of the wrist a new perfume, and then smelled them. Looking at them, I suddenly realized with what pleasure I would kiss your wrists.
And he immediately asked the same question. He first ventured into this. Until then, he carefully avoided all topics that could force her to tell something about other men in her life. From the past or from the present. And then he suddenly asked:
Someone kisses your wrists?
She then became so sad. She touched fingers to the monitor screen. And I felt I had to respond.
Nobody ever kissed and kisses my wrist. On either side. No one before you has even a second showed no interest in my wrists. And it immediately printed out: - When we meet, you're gonna kiss, right?
Then he said nothing.

My eternity lasted 88 days and 16 hours.

Do you know that the letter that I wrote at least a thousand times?
Wrote mentally, and wrote on the sand of the beach, wrote on the best paper money can buy, in the United Kingdom, wrote with a pen on my thigh. Wrote on the envelopes of records with music of Chopin.
So many times I wrote it...
But never sent.

God, help me be the kind of person that believes me is my dog.

For 3 days I amazingly feel painful, how firmly you walked into my life and what happens to me, when you emigrate from it.

Experience is the most important. Just for the sake of experiences that make life worth living. And in order to then was possible for them to tell someone.

When he left Natalia, the most he could not accept the fact that the next day life continued as usual. As if nothing had happened. Then, too, the world has not stopped. Even for a brief moment. God again did not notice anything...

If love lasted too long, people would die from exhaustion, arrhythmia or tachycardia, hunger or insomnia. But those who accidentally died, at best ended life in a madhouse.

If these people were truly created by God, then Jacob's, he spent a little more time.

You don't even imagine how crazy I am glad that know you and can tell you about it.

I'm virtual. Like an angel. The angels also virtual. They were always like that. Even a thousand years before the Internet.

Jakub, have I ever told you how I love to think about you? Probably said, but I like to think that I haven't yet. Today I thought about you.

Do you know that you still did not told me about my body? But we speak for more than three minutes.