Author of quotes: Nver Simonyan. Page 3

But in our messages
T9 is often to blame.
He in our relations
And have the same enemy.
Change the word there,
Where this is not necessary,
And often he decides for himself
When you put the reptile.

I saw your conscience in the dark of night,
In St. Petersburg she lived.
Left in my soul earth
The trail, which will remember me.

Don't believe in signs and other crap,
Although I had honestly believed it.
I believe in affection and great food
And also due to internal promptings.

I guess they Love?
- Well, they really love each other, and they all mutually!
And let's create the circumstances in which it is possible to test it?
- Come on, just how? And be prepared that you will lose!
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A few seconds later.
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- They live next to each other and have no problems meeting. Send him the idea to go to work in the North so he could it all provide.
- And if he changes his mind?
- People for love will go to any madness.
- True say.
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He leaves and she is left alone, in faith that he will not stop loving and return.
It takes two months. Becoming less calls, less messages, "love" is gradually starting to fade.
It takes another one month, he flirts with other women, completely forgetting that someone waiting for him. Passionate about making money, and relationships without commitment. All of his feelings for her disappear, like nicotine from the body.
At that time she began to understand that he will not return to her that he did not pass the test of time.
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It takes half a year. They live their lives, but suddenly he decided to return to the city. She's Dating a new guy, and all he remembers about him.
One evening, in the region of 23 hours, he came home very drunk, before he saw her with another, hand in hand walking, but did so that they made eye contact. He takes the phone, looking for contacts for her number, and dials. Go broaching horns "subscriber not responding". After the second call, responds with the third ring:
- Hello, who is this?!
Hey, it's me.
And what do you need?
I miss you, I feel bad, I die.
Put the phone down.
Several fruitless calls, he smashed the phone against the wall.
It takes two hours, she rings the doorbell. He went to the door, thinking that the roommate is not allowed in the apartment, but then it catches up with the surprise beyond the threshold and he immediately spun in my head a plan to capture her without talking. Opens the door, sees a beautiful blurry image, but began to action. Piled on the bed, passionately kissed and got enormous pleasure after which fell asleep immediately. It is as if nothing had happened, leaving him alone, heavily slamming the door behind him.
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Morning, he wakes up from a call to the door, opens it, and there is a neighbor: "what did you do last night? We couldn't sleep from the cries I had to call the police!", and he just turned a blind neighbor, not listening to what he tells him. Sitting at the table, sipping coffee, he realizes that he again falls in love with her that last night is a sign, a sign that she has feelings for him. Assemble the phone, which yesterday in a rage smashed, dials, and occurs immediately reset like it was added in the "black list". Comes in the VC "page removed" in WhatsApp "gray check", and he begins to go crazy.
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She disappeared. He curses everything in the world, but in the end realizes that to blame himself, and she just made him the same as I experienced myself.
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- Is this the end?
- On the one hand Yes, but on the other hand it's a start. For closing the one door before you open another.
- But she could stay and be happy with him?!
The wave is not for everyone, some people it kills...

From heart to brain, from brain to lips, from lips to you.

Sometimes a dream is more reality.

While I'm alive, I'm going to go
Even if the legs get tired,
I will continue to crawl.
And if you do si will refuse,
I'll be thinking itself to bear.

The weather is getting better and is calling you
On the street, walking in the parks and boulevards.
The sun lights the way for us to stay late
Splitting people into pairs.

Everyone who sweet talks to you,
You know, maybe it's a trick.
Maybe they pretend
Or maybe you're just a sucker.

Like as if was not disappointed
And start your day with a clean slate.
Otherwise, the ashes of the past will be constrained,
And life will not be the same ever.

I thought that care - this is Love, but it was not. I guess Love is when you send a person and he still hugs you.

Visitors like a whole new city
Well, who grew up in it - it is not very.
At the first opportunity he will gone,
There where the soul wants it.

After all, what I need: is God, the sun, and you.

When you wait for something,
Disappointing result
And guess what,
Spent the time I.
When someone you love greatly,
Disappointing result.
Later, maybe days
You will understand that it is not happy.