Character: Susie Branch

She was conscious that the blood drained from her face. Could feel the blood leaving her heart, flows out of it, as if all the arteries burst, and so if there is no life, but only unbearable pain.

So, not great, but just an ordinary, modest, average human love. And she came to Susie's just so stunning, with a face so serious, a touch so scary that SUSY stood as if petrified, because at first glance, realizing that what had once taken for love was simply the enjoyment of spring and the fragrance of youth.
But how was I to know? Now it's too late! - she moaned.

But no! True love, great love, the love that poets sing, love is in the air and anguish lived for it and died from it, such love is its highest expression and reliable set of tools. The fine art of coquetry no further from it than the numbness of untrained girls. Great love has the wisdom, strength, power, like talent, like any other higher form physical abilities. She is confident, knows what she wants and how to achieve their goal.

She believed that you loved him first; for, if not love, you could call it that attracted her to him that taught her how to overcome his doubts and to engage with him in a crazy adventure? But if that was love, now - something so much greater and deeper than that of the previous sense left to say, just played in her blood as it...

In the end, most people go through life making a given set of movements, like dance steps, memorized in advance. If in your textbook, dance said, at a certain time, to be determined, you must become one automatically...

... when you forget, then at least you're not in anyone's way.

If another does not understand the first word, even at first sight, the subsequent clarification only deepens the misunderstanding.