Book: I promised you. Page 2

Time, of course, a good doctor of the soul, but the body of the doctor do not trust.

Each of us is a collector of memories.

She is a old friend, a true friend, dear and unfamiliar at the same time. Open it in a new way and realize how lucky I was. She's thinking about me. At any time. Out of my moods sometimes and problems. This is the most important to me. Since that day, I lost family, I was looking for such a relationship. Not talking about it out loud. But in the eyes of each woman, with which acquainted, I tried to see one thing: taking care of me, sincerity.

To be honest with you: sometimes I'm mentally transported to the past. Not because here, today, with you, I'm missing something. You, on the other. You are my tangible present. And the fact that I stayed there in the past, is the undercurrents of the oceans, which are gradually changing the landscape, but never disappear. I'm sure you have as well.

Every woman is looking for her reflection in the eyes of men.

... Beauty is always present around, no matter how we glance at her watch drunk, drugged or exhausted.

... games in the success, of shoes in half of the comparison in the wrapper of strange stories - all this garbage mixed with regular spaghetti, cooked your favorite hands.

Sometimes a new flavor can give a sense of absolute harmony around. That's when you realize how little you need for happiness is not always long-awaited and material. Often the most simple.

... we will be who we were born to be, but somehow forgot about it.

The woman is still a woman, no matter how wise it may be.

Despair sometimes comes even to those whose hand is warmed in the hand of a loved one. Is the mood to spoil and then removed away.

Who is waiting, he knows something.

In relationships it is difficult to balance, especially when both are in doubt about how to objectively assess what is happening.

I'm just a woman, but that doesn't mean I only wear heels you know.