Book: Loneliness in the Network. Page 2

You gave me something that is difficult even to find a name. Stirred something in me, about existence of which I never knew existed. You're part of my life. And always will. Always.

From the first day talking with him was such experiences that are unforgettable.

She knows him only thirty minutes and already caught myself on the fact that it is jealous to a woman.

His parents are the best proof that the division between Germans and poles is only the result of collusion of historians, who managed to convince entire Nations.

And when I return, I will sit on your lap, put your hands on your shoulders and kiss your face. Centimeter by centimeter.

Each who passes you, at least they could stop, makes a mistake. And no idea what.

I hated the morning. They reminded me that the night is ending and you need again to deal with his thoughts.

And with each word, each phrase, he was made her all the closer. She could not remember what filled the time in this room before she found it.

If only he was, if he wanted to be, just wouldn't disappear.

I'm drunk. But the wine only a little. And most of all from the memories. Thank you for what you are. And for what I can be.

An extraordinary feeling. An ordinary sheet, which could be a stain from spilled wine or the imprint of lips on the other side. The Internet would never replace.

I love you so much, I can't even imagine tomorrow without you...

He closed his eyes was chasing her through the dark maze of the corridors of the University, and thought that the first thing he'll do is smoke. Deep drags. Close my eyes and think, how wonderful.

He cried and drank, and the more you drank, the more he cried.