Book: Mint the tale

Ash instead of fairy tales.

All my life I was adamant that love is not a box of chocolates bought on the way out. It's something more. What I have not shown life. It turns out that everything is much easier. And at the same time more difficult because there is no such language on earth who is able to convey that feeling.

When you dream, often I look down, look all the time rushes somewhere up to the sky.

They say that sometimes less. But I do not believe that someone who could love you once really loved!

Easier to fall asleep when you dream: the thoughts slowly lull you to sleep.

Miss the person you never see, is terribly unfair.

Now home seems a stranger to me. Because home is where you are.

I bought perfume as you, so miss you. Like a fool gush on all the things. Walking on the street, close my eyes and imagine that you're there.

Someone once said: "Trying to forget, so always remember...", and I don't want to forget. I want to remember.

It just happens - you Wake up and think; why are you doing this? The world is so huge and interesting. May be too early to my age to drive themselves captured relationship? Has everything you can dream of! Except freedom.

It is nice to see your sweetie when he's sleeping: once you feel love for him.

Know what I love about you? Your hands are constantly cold... Warm them - a pleasure.

Beautiful, by the way, rose. Perhaps you will put them in a vase so they die slower?

Sometimes we looking for something and don't notice that you've already found it.