Character: Mirumir

Those who trust exclusively to the mind, lose heart. And the heart - life in it...

... You a lighter shade of my life.

...Maybe I'm the most cowardly coward in the world... But I'm proud of myself. Honestly. You know what? I had the courage to love you.

From the lot back down. A lot chopped off. I hate pride in the fact that, at her command went from love... of Course, with time cold. Forgive the devil, having separated from the mind. Now I listen to heart. They say most of the mistakes we make on about the temptations of the heart. Care. Better to do and regret than not do and regret.

Cynicism is when you justify flash of conscience with the words: "From me a little that depends," and immediately agree with them.

Loyalty should be valued.

Someday we'll get lost in the alleys of time...

May our today escorted us to tomorrow...

I believe that we will finally liberate the feelings in the circumstances.

Pick me up at seven tomorrow. Permanently!

In his youth, have not delved into the philosophy of "what's next?" In our then the happiness of illusion prevailed over the facts. Could the middle of the night without informing parents, to break izdomu to kiss on the lips of one who at the time seemed greatest love of life. Not afraid of anything. We questioned the vigilance of the police, but he believed that protect us night lights. It was not obedience to the impulses. Able to hear yourself. Of course, without mistakes, disappointments, betrayals did not do, but in my youth the truth of life condoned. Was convinced enough to take a bath, smoke a cigarette in front of dawn, and everything will change. Not puppy optimism, but rather an understanding that each person has the right not to be infallible...

From sadness to despair - one step. And I never despair. Lost loved ones, running away from the past, fell to the bottom of your life, but Always walked forward. No, not the spite of enemies. Too much honor for them. I just knew that if she did not raise himself, I have no lift.

I want to trust people as before. To fend for themselves, not to let go of. Keep your hand in the hand. As it is now. To hold and not to think that the dawn will come the parting.

You know, like most women? To some time waiting for the man, whose image we create in dreams. Then, without waiting, begin to sculpt the half of it. And then fall in love that are blind. Associated feelings in tight knots in the name of personal happiness. However, it is often imaginary and a lie is still a lie. And sometimes, if lucky, turns into a beautiful truth.. I never tried to sculpt something. Trusted to fate. Waited this happiness. Finally got it. Got it, and now I'm afraid to lose..