It is only men who return. Women leave forever ... She struck me on the spot with her genuine naivety. Wishing to meet, I never spoke about it directly, but came up with innocent tricks, like - look at her new blouse, handbag or her new photos. Such women dissolve men greatly. You already know, you feel that she is yours, and will not go anywhere from you. But you don’t want to part with it. You can always return to her. She loves You. Therefore, he will understand and forgive. You are always sober with her. Because she has the main quality - loyalty to the man with whom she meets. She does not know how to behave differently. Loyalty, like friendship, cannot be bought. You know that your friend - crawl through life, what to look for. But he is not an asshole, and therefore he is your friend. In difficult moments, he will always be there, and will always help out. This is the main thing. But when all is well, and you meet again, then the size of your tweets doubles. Therefore, you fuck with friends and *** to her - irreplaceable attributes of a fun drunk company. Of course, she often complained about being busy at work, and that there was no time. And she believed - why not. Then I was tired of cheating and said that we need to leave. It was hard for her, but she packed up and said: “Well, if you think so necessary.” “Aren't you mad at me?” - No, I have only good memories connected with you. She never wrote candid, unnecessary sms-ok. She called only a few months later. It is naive to find out if I didn’t get into some kind of accident on the road that I often ride on ... I myself heard about this accident for the first time. - No, everything is fine. Then, in the city there was a strong hurricane that trees were falling. And for some reason I wanted to hear her. - Hello. I was expecting you to call to find out if a tree fell on me after that hurricane ... But I didn’t wait, and so I decided to pick you up myself. She laughed for a long time at this. She was still mine. I, as before, fornication and *** oval. But this too sooner or later bothers. And so, I decided to return. And one evening I called her ... As it turned out, at the wrong time. It’s just a fox, if not at the right time - after a minute in the chest, it’s as if you went through a chainsaw ... Have you ever been in bed with a girl so that someone else would call her at that time? .. And she, lying next to you, I told him that today she’s also busy, that she’s at her friend’s birthday, and therefore the music plays so loud ... Then she complained to you how her courtship of these annoying men got her from her work, from her courses ... It's a great situation, isn't it? .. You then caress her again and again, your tired member rises again and again ... You feel better, will win oil. What do you want, let them call, assholes ... She will still be only yours. And at that moment I called myself. She couldn’t pick up the phone, and I heard muffled music and the sleepy, displeased voice of a man. - Yes, hello ... - Can you talk now? - No. I'll call you back myself. For the first time in many months, she did not call back. Neither this evening nor the next ... Of course, I understood everything. He didn’t call back, and didn’t get any questions. I knew her. She will not leave him, and moreover, will not cheat on him. You can have many women. But you will always remember only one or two of them. Those that were faithful to you. But you will understand this only when they leave you. It is only men who return. Women leave forever ..
Explain to the lion that he is free
behind bars from the worries of accidental -
fed, watered, so carefree.
Explain to the lion that he is free.
Realizing, understanding and all,
he forgets the land where ancestors lived
the voice of the night, the smell of drink...
Explain to the lion, go into the cage.
Three months in a row I feel good out of situations. Summer. June, July, August. That would not have happened, it becomes easier and easier as soon as I remember what the date is today. . Summer. Worship the fly.
There are people who do not know how to leave. Snap, hold, call, and do not want to let go. They think that together with the person they know they are losing a part of himself. No would say: "all right, whatever, bye. I'll see you around". And forget. To smile again and forget. Something to remember those who have gone. Polite phrase, look bored - you're not interested in me, I have no time for you. Why cling to something you never had? Why try to do harder first you? To suffer, to remember all these words and smells, to dream about touching and future, which will never happen. It is not necessary.
There are people who are not able to keep. A careless word, a fleeting flirtation. And you can already see in his eyes the emptiness. He tells you - take your pick, he's not calling and not fighting for you. Do not call, do not remind, not tell, how without you sad, and then with a smile I will not say that he really wants to see. Since it is impossible to understand how important you are to him. He seems to have, but as it is not. Not calling you, not calling it. Agree on a meeting, but I ran out of favors. Tell me - what do you want? And again, about nothing, about stupid things and stuff. And this phrase - no one owes nothing. Yes, tell you finally what you need! Light the fire! And let it be off then, but now you should be warm to remained in the memory of the bright sparks, but not this bored look.
There are people who can't understand what they need. And like with him the one who they need. And like all good. And look and smile, every word, everything that brings some happiness. Yes, Yes, it fits. But something is wrong. If something is wrong. And it's the feeling of everything sharpens and sharpens. Right look. Left look. Now I'm not on here all to surrender. Now I'll stay, but soon I know I'll meet another, who is with me... which I... and everything will be fine. And here happens, people change. And again not the same. Again something not that.
Live around such strange people...
Gold sparkle look naive lust -
In the jewelry store to enter take your time.
On the counter it sparkles and looks marvelous
But a foreign product is death for the soul.
Grind multi-ton rock mass,
Power through the cold freshness of the water,
And with the tenacity and strength of the working class,
Multiplying the riches of the earth to work
Nugget wash from passing breed.
And do not wait for nature's wonders and miracles:
Very easy to fall in love with a star from the firmament,
You earth me - lift me up to heaven.
Love, like flying past a star. You never know where and when to appear. But love can hold and enjoy her life without the emergence of a global cataclysm. Only few people appreciate it properly.
In a relationship a man and a woman can never be equal, can create the illusion of superiority, but it is only an illusion. Until one give up or die love, the world will not suffer their heart, body and soul.
