Game: Club Romance — My Stories. Page 1

You know, you give off such warmth... It’s as if you’ve exposed your face to the sun in winter. Thank you for being here.

Yours I will try to weigh much more than I do many.

They never speak so loudly about common interests as when they are pursuing their own.

You know, partner, every day the word “fuck” becomes more and more multifaceted and profound.

- We must move on. To love, to suffer, to be happy. Don't live in the past, but remember it. You and me.

Hatred is a bad companion. It clouds the mind even more than it seems at first glance.

The strongest is not always the wisest. Not always.

There are thousands of kilometers between us, but I still feel that you are somewhere nearby. Our connection seems so unbreakable!... It makes me hope that everything will work out. I have never believed in something intangible with such strength.

History is a tale told by the victors.

- Yes. Memories are light. The light that leads through the darkness of reality. A light that points out my weaknesses and what I didn't do when I should have. It's hard to realize this. I conquered so many worlds, so many peoples, but I could not keep those who were truly dear to me. And now these memories burn me from the inside. But this flame has some kind of healing heat. He and my memory are bright spots around which darkness swirls. But she hasn't won yet. And she won't win until I let her do it.

- I'm just talking out loud. It is easier to rely on a deity than to accept the idea that you yourself are responsible for your decisions.

Over the centuries, too many mistakes and sorrows have accumulated to get rid of them so easily. But the first step towards cleansing is to talk about the problem out loud.

Sometimes desires are nothing more than a mirage. We are desperate to get what promises us only grief.

- Everything is good in moderation.