Author of quotes: March Cetro. Page 17

I'm enjoying my vulnerability. He offers to meet up near the subway, and I decide that I'm not going to call and actually are going to leave me. And he just wants to go to the store.
He tells me in parting: "I was so happy with you," and I conclude that will not continue, because he's going to leave me. Or - about a girl- "I live with her." And I am seized with a fever, and the heart stops completely trite, because he certainly "going to leave me". (All the time fall for that: I otherwise use words, and I just can not think of what "was" does not necessarily mean "now I won't." What can a man say "live" in the sense "copulate", not to "live together". Only when he thrice repeated, "she have married him", began to creep some doubts - maybe not always "going to leave me"?)

I have not dream that there will come something or someone and my life will change, I'll be in demand and money will be enough. I used to think that freedom is to get everything you want, but now suspect that the freedom to not want.

After our first night I was driving home from a facial expression which in metro can beat. Eight in the morning, the crowd, enraged by the fact of its existence, and I have unbridled bliss on his face and happily relaxed body, which occasionally runs over the voluptuous spasm.

My heart is like an Apple, someone clears a sharp silver knife. Slowly cuts through the thin skin, causing extreme pain, reveals a soft and gentle, sometimes licks speaking juice.

Yes, genuine ***Levi ***and beautiful. Woman-fucking increases the amount of good in the world, and the man-the fuck is a Jedi warrior with a shining ***m at the ready.
But there is a ***of another kind, for sex no relationship. It could be the positive spouse, who tells each woman about his wife-stupid, slut and loser, hinting casually "I would be a normal woman...". Or a woman who puts her man in the eyes of friends - "my loser good for nothing".
And this is the most cruel ***tion is: a man thinks his back is covered, if the case can be lean, and actually, no he does not, is partner - spread something slippery, vague, unreliable. ***s in one word.

Lord, and I'm going to die, right now? Here lies quietly in the corner and a day or three will go into oblivion? You told me there will show everything, a coffee, a drink somewhere, will posebice, and let my body rest from the global bewilderment, lay rovnenko.

Don't look for it in the storyline, you can see the shards of mirror that reflect the changing face of love. Peering into it, you will understand that you are not alone in their feelings.

Don't know about you, but I was, say, relationships, family or even love, it's simple, but promising, and then he suddenly says something sobering, a phrase that explains a lot (to be honest, it explains everything, but who will listen). He says and you realize: this man is not working. And understanding is so hopeless that separatively him to hell, dropped like sh* * in the open air, masking sheets: "shlup blurted out; well, that, but he's cute; he didn't mean it; maybe I misheard". When it's all over, we will emerge, "yeah, I told you!", and that moment feels like a glass of cold water by the collar, but then you change into dry, wrapped in warm, kiss, console, and whether or not to make a fuss over nothing.

Again, no one in the world, only I, alone with love.

My love lasts until you remember the taste of the skin in seven places: behind ear, above the collarbone, below the knee and the crook of the elbow, between the shoulder blades, over the buttocks and in the pit near the French bone.

My life will be different men, and each of them brings new shades of love, so the flower opens another petal. And when he leaves, it will stay with me forever, and I will be brighter, more receptive, more.

Dec can't remember. Then the New year came, and I painted hair in red color. To my demons lost me.

And beautiful. And, you know, not sleeping with him was stupid. He was imprisoned for this case - love of women, entertain women, to give them pleasure and cause pain.

All that does not kill us, makes us invalids.