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- When you were little, did you believe that there are angels?
- Maybe when I was little, I believed. My grandmother died when I was very young. Since then, when I'm arguing with my mother, masturbate or do something... I have a bad feeling, like grandma is watching me from heaven, and frowns.
- I don't think, looking at us, they frown. I think they watch over us like guardian angels take care of us, making sure nothing bad happened, that all was in order.
- Why, then, is not so good always?
- Maybe they are lazy?
Hmm...
What?
Yeah, you know, just... funny, lazy angels. I once submitted to these big fat guys with wings, drinking beer and playing Darts...
- I wish you were my guardian angel. I want you watching me, so I was fine.
- Your hair smells like strawberries...
Is the shampoo and not the hair.
- I still like.
- I'm serious. I want you said you'd always be around.
But I'm going to be in other places.
- Just tell me that everything will be fine.
- It is impossible to be sure that everything will be okay.
I know, but sometimes you need to say things that are not always true because you want it to be so. And sometimes that's enough. Just tell me that everything will be fine. Whisper to me ear...
- ... everything will be fine.

Happiness is.
I know him.
I know his number.
Habits.
The color of his eyes.
He has gentle hands
and he's gorgeous kisser.

Love is filled with pitfalls and traps. When she wants me to know about myself, it shows only its light, but produced shadows, hides and hides.

Love is in the dam: if you leave even a tiny hole, which can penetrate a thin trickle of water, soon under pressure it will collapse the wall, and there will come a moment, when nobody will hinder the flow. If you collapse the wall, love all possess and we should all prevail: she does not care what is possible and what isn't, it won't matter if we keep a loved one near, love is uncontrollable.

One who loves must master the art of losing and finding. He learned to maintain a balance between the two.

As part of the light in person? If the door of love has not yet closed.

A warrior does not give up what he loved. He finds love in what he does.

Don't know what's going on
Don't know what went wrong
Feels like a hundred years I
Still can't believe you're gone...

for the hundredth time about burning the battery, I understand that it's better when something warm

- I hate the fog. I'm afraid of the fog.
It means - love. I'm afraid because it's stronger than you, hate because you're afraid of love, because you can't conquer it. Because only you can love the disobedient.

- What do you do for love?
- I suffer.

Marge, I don't want to scare you, but I think I love you...

I once read Shakespeare and understand that you don't love her.

What we have loved with all my heart is normal. Love is showing the person how it should be.