Book: I promised you. Page 4

I'm not a romantic though, I admit, once was. Just make memories, to counters not completely cleared. Every forgotten different. Someone looking for salvation in the vodka, someone in the illusions, some in the past. If I seek salvation, then I still believe? Or is it just the painkillers on time?

The status of women is directly related to the condition of the men who are with her.

The past as an ancient Tome: until you open it, you will not get a grasp, he's not talking.

I want to know you better! Usually you can't do that with men in their past is not worth digging, some solid disappointment.

I can't believe the dogs - they have eyes deeper than a man.

A rustling outside the front door. Someone unlocks it with a key. I don't understand right away who I needed to be uninvited, but still with their keys, without knocking?!..

Have not appreciate him for something, he just your. But even before him hide your own vulnerability. Behave confidently, casually discussing what's on the inside responds to pain. How would you a man or not, sometimes your anti-armor is covered with rust.

Invariably talk about the advantages with each other, correctly calling them "pros". It is a sport. A kind of duel between men.

It is difficult to restrain yourself when you know that a magnet, attracting all your thoughts, in the next room.

I do not can rely on - it is pointless to seek salvation in someone or something, only I can create something to save. Every feeling - a blood clot. I think I turned inside out, and I used to live in that position.
Go to bed early. In the evenings you hear his voice, see his flickering shadow. Rushing forward, there is emptiness. It is better to sleep, to not see, not hear. I don't dream - this is a huge relief. My life, my real life began when she walked in the man I called the Weather. Then he was gone forever, but my life is not over. She continues. Without him. But his two pieces of my heart and that little thing under my heart.

More than anything I'm not looking for explanations. Don't hold any time. My life now fits inside one big emptiness, which fused together. I rarely do not feel pain - it is normal, everyday life. But the memory never leaves you alone.

My family thinks I'm crazy. Do not let them into your life, keep your distance. Unlike the older brothers I do not attend family events and not yet married, although I shall soon be thirty-two. I read "helluva lot of abstruse books," not like mom's pies, call up relatives and pretend not to notice them, meeting on the street. Each representative Rodney your diagnosis about me. Mother I - "a nice guy, but bad on the head." For father is "geek", not "son" and even "God knows what". Brothers, before accusing me of homosexuality, drug use, and pedophilia, we stopped at the "snickering tihushnik". To be continued.

Happened time happened to us life is something that no one has been able to resist.

Know now so you want at least an hour a little pocket fairy like from the old disney cartoon about a sleeping beauty. So she can say "bibbidi-bodibum" and everything-everything was gone. Back. Let not all, but most importantly.