Book: A vague smile. Page 2

Very curious to see how life puts his signature to paragraphs of romantic agreements.

Always nice to see happy people whom we have caused pain. It's less frustrating.

I am a woman who loved a man. It's so simple: nothing is there to change in the face.

While you're young, this duty deception called life, nothing seems so desperately coveted, as a rash step.

Love is a beautiful thing, not so necessary as you claim to be, but full of happiness need to be loved and loves himself.

Women with claims are immediately funny; men also it gives a false masculinity.

.. and we exchanged knowing smiles, he is like a man indifferent to women, I like a woman accustomed to men who are not indifferent to women.

I wanted to ask people: "are You in love?", "What are you reading?"