Book: Smile always, my love

But a few days I will remember how he smiled, leaning. I remember what it looks like when he comes back. Raise your head, and it hangs from above, smiling and looking affectionately impossible - nothing promising, wraps you, and you helplessly watch as inside all first fills the tenderness and then the bottom grows fiery stalk. The only thing a woman can do in this situation is to lean on his shoulder, slightly turning his head to inhale the scent and close your eyes.

The contemplation of this man's first darling, put me in such profound disbelief that I would have drowned them, not to take me to the surface second, an equally strong feeling of boredom. I refuse to believe that all this was real happiness, real sadness, because the dry residue of the senses fits into a lovely gesture. Slightly, in tinoisamoa diluted hand rotation left hand drop-down flower, and uttered some apology, "but I... loved him..."

Actually you were not satisfied with my ideal you.

... she comes
and with her passion, heart tearing and crush
mind, but not passion;
after the passion, the pain, but not pain in it;
after the pain of despair; but in despair she;
nor jealousy, nor hatred, nor deliberate
indifference none;
only in the silence that comes after it.
And unfortunately, if just to start with the silence, it too will not be there - only in silence, after all.

For example, each as ten years ago, terribly nice when it is compared with the cat. Tell the woman this and she'll imagine herself independent, graceful and free predator. Not primitive, hairy, piss in the corners hysterical. Although no one has specified what the parameters look something.

I did not close the idea of getting away for fun. It is not that I am strong, and that so cowardly. If there is a shred of hope that everything can be fixed, I'll stay. I'll sew with an awl and stitch or bead with a needle and their own hair as they used to sew the tights. I'm going to glue anything - even double-sided tape, at least a resin, at least a "Moment". Yes I just agree to fold the pieces and keep them - hours, days - and suddenly will grow. I'll be joining the fire, the cold and the iron, until, until no hope remains. Because they are afraid not to use all the chances, I'm afraid that catching up through the years of consciousness, I did everything I could. To understand once that if in that moment I cried, said nothing, threw a tantrum, lied, turned a blind eye - no matter what - all it was adjusted... So I'm lying, crying and close my eyes before flickering possibility.

It's terrible when there is no person to whom it is necessary to turn "my soul". Before which you can flaunt in new dresses and the best of their words, it is advantageous to turn the left profile and the slow smile, smile, throwing back his head, shamelessly covering his eyes and arching his back so that the chest in a red blouse, and hand in the wide sleeve and little feet under the grey hem - that everything worked, run your fingers over the neck, and all that nonsense.

Where wide, I have narrow, opposite; where I have gently, he firmly, - what kind of understanding can there be?

Now you just need to go, you'll spoil it. Well, I don't know: people carved stone figure, and at exactly the moment when he realizes its perfection breaks off a piece from the face, for example. Can this figure to reduce a half times and some time even to enjoy it (until you fall off the next piece). But once you realize that all of your experience, all internal ethics require to leave alone his beautiful lost love, not something trying little things to attach to it what was left of it. Simply put - do not use as a paperweight.

And this time I'm not scared. On the contrary, clearly understand: here it is, the method. To lie on the ground, hug the body and die along with him. Very honest to go together on the path of death. And then when your life will be stronger, to get up and leave. But first you must die with the man or with his love for it (if not so fatal). "To show the power of your love"? More precisely, their intention to be together. And to be free, because once you did not die, it remains only to start a new life.

I can live with anyone, to want almost monsters, but the heat in his chest, but infinite tenderness, but devotion is only for flawless lines that turns heads, a graphic of hands holding to his lips a cigarette, drawn cheeks and lowered eyelids. Now, lift your eyes, my love, breathe and smile through the smoke. Nothing special, everyone likes beautiful people, but not all do the meaning of life gathering, the essence of relationships - admiring appearance. People who loves the beauty above other things, is to be alone. The very nature of his passion, appealing to the way akin to relative to an object of art or a pet. To love beauty is to love without reciprocity.

Messidona is such a long happiness, which persists between sessions.

All the words in L ended earlier than yesterday, and lasted for so long that it makes no sense to tie this fact to the first of September...

I don't need to tell fortunes, and know what I expect success and happiness - unless, of course, I feel. Not better, just feel.