Book: Kiss under mestela

And why do some people believe that they have the right to dictate to whom and with whom to communicate? It's like life is a stupid board game with rules invented by someone.

Starting to discuss someone behind your back is much easier than it seems at first.

Resentment is a weed. It destroys living things that have just been born ... Green, young, fragile, which bends to the ground in the wind. And instead of further blooming with delicate flowers, living things perish. And you are with him on the sly.

The last days I live in anticipation of a miracle. A strange and pleasant feeling. As if something is about to happen that will turn my life upside down ... And last year's grievances, troubles, all bad thoughts will fly out of her pockets with a clink ... Clinking loudly, they will roll under the old sofa and get stuck between the wooden floorboards. There they belong. I don't want to take them next year. I wish to start everything from scratch, no longer accumulate those same grievances. To be stronger, more decisive, more honest in relation to yourself and others. The magical taste of a miracle. I'm already waiting for you!

Change is exciting but not fatal.

You burn with your eyes, and the world in front of me freezes.

If after meeting a person you do not remember how you lived before him, is it love?

She laughed all evening. Just. This happens when you are happy.