Book: Commensurate with the image of my

All great relationships start with clouds of hope and madness illusions.

Death is bad because it's like she wipes man off the face of the earth.

The cemetery suddenly met Marieke vintage theater where you play the same piece, changing only the costumes and hairstyles.

- Love is... anxiety, he said. - I want to bring joy and fear that you will see what you are. At the same time, you want to know. In other words... you're naked, moaning in the darkness, losing all pride... I wanted her to see me and loved, even though I knew inside out, and I knew her. Now she's not around, and my knowledge is incomplete. All day trying to imagine what she does that says who he is talking to looks like. Trying to make up for lost hours, but the longer the separation, the harder it gets - the suspense is multiplied. You have to think. Actually, I just don't know. Don't know anything else.