Character: Emma. Page 1

Someone, can, will comfort the idea that sooner or later the selfish will pay for everything.

But the story is going, not asking my permission, and every hundred meters inside of this car, I'm further from the person with whom behind closed curtains you want to pull a crazy night, hiding from the sunlight.

I have character representations, but the flowers to me no one present.

He does not oppose another whim of their fans, and, continuing to please him, we are laughing as the three mermaids, ulyanovskie under water the captain's body.

My God, it's such torture to live this moment, to exist, to go somewhere, to do something!.. To be.

"They are like sailors... Sooner or later you have to leave," one day you'll write me Violetta, referring to rock stars. And I think of her as the only one, but a pretty heart is the souvenir my memory of the voyage.

But time and distance was stronger. The fire between us inexorably faded, leaving only a handful of ash - memories.

He doesn't pity me, he doesn't care, he's a sinner and Punisher at the same time.

This meeting is at the entrance prior to their departure to the airport would be meaningless. Since all I wanted was to be alone. Alone...

Desperation spreads within the chest, threatening to lead a new bunch of tears.

I have the exact date with St. Petersburg. He holds my hand and gives his amazing love lines from songs as sweet recognition, tightening as the kiss, the warm light of the sun as a promise to be together forever... I do feel loved, but I am one.

Love is not only love each other, but to look at yourself through the eyes of a loved one, to see the beauty, which had not noticed before.

I ran, scurrying around, I hope... But even in sleep I can't do anything.

All my senses merged into one deep and unknowable. Cocktail of lust, courage and admiration - I do it drunk... I'm forced into a game whose rules are unknown to me. Something curious, something vile, something attractive...