There are only two kinds of sex. Marital and premarital. The fulfillment of duty and a desire. Compassionate and passionate. Slightly warm and hot. Making love and fucking.
Usually, with time we lose one species and gain of another. So happens. But there is always the possibility to return the lost back.
Just need to fall in love again.
The memory of the greatest feeling in the world. It's not powdered cocaine and not alcohol intoxication. This feeling that appears when I begin a relationship with a woman. Passion, sex, inspiration, the feeling of being alive and needed by someone, all it envelops is constantly eluding us. I liked the feeling of it. And I couldn't help myself. I again wanted to experience it. Even then, serious problems will arise.
Love is beautiful.
Romance is fine too.
But I need a man who will give me a glass of water when I am old and will tell me he loves me even when I can't remember where he put the keys. That's what I want. I need someone with whom you can work together to grow old.
Sometimes we realize how happy we are, only when this time has passed. But if we are very lucky, we guess happiness is in the moment when it happens to us.
I realized that love and affection has not gone completely and she still suffers. Maybe she didn't love him as much as before, maybe everything is already healed and reborn in something else, but he's still the one she cared for.
She sings like is here in this room, and looks us in the eye. Can't you feel it? - she was amazed.
No, he didn't feel. He, incidentally, did not want to feel anyone's presence in the room, except for Jennifer. And if it was the year suddenly appeared here, he immediately asked her to leave.
This composer has always been en vogue as before, and now. It's Bach. Everlasting evergreen. If then there was MTV, there is shown the clips with the music of Bach, now showing "Pink Floyd" or "Genesis".
