love [Theme] Page 1820

Love is not a theorem. Not subject to proof.

- True love break your whole life, she doesn't care about the circumstances. A game to enter...

The only thing interesting in love is a practical experience.

But whatever he ended our affair, I will forever thank God for the fact that he was in my life. Because never in my life I was not, and will not, probably, so dazzling, so incredibly happy.

- To love is to suffer, in Isabelle's answer sounded grim confidence knowledgeable professional. In love should be lots of dark passion.
- Is it necessary?
- Absolutely. And more flour.

But love does not change people. It passes, and people remain the same. Love is like the summer, but the houses stand there where he stood, and the trees grow in the same place, and still trams and trolleybuses. Only the sky is gray, and the branches black, and the cold permeates you nswazi. Yes, there will be a new summer - a new love. But not with me. But our impossible to keep - eternal summer happens only in Africa.

So many years I had fought against my heart, because I was afraid of sadness, suffering, and abandonment. But I always knew that true love was above all that, it is better to die than to stop loving.

I would like to see next to me was a man in whose presence my heart beat would be evenly and dimensional, the man next to whom I would be calm because I would not be afraid the next day to lose him. And the time would then flowed more slowly, and we could just be silent, knowing that to talk we still have a whole life. And I would not have to make difficult decisions, wrestle with serious issues, to say hard words.
We are silent - and that means a lot...

This isn't about him, what he promised is real. And that's how you feel with him - this is true.

You know, saving the world can only two things: love and the mass executions. And not necessarily in that order.

How I love you? Let me count...
I love you to such depths, latitudes and altitudes, which are able to get to my soul.
I love you so purely, as freedom-loving creature. I love you all the breaths, smiles and tears of his life...
And, if it be God's will, - I will love you even more after his death...

Want and I finally found a Prince. May he be without a horse, armor, sword, and a squire, but infinitely mine!

- When you die dear man, along with it goes some part of you. But we must move on, otherwise from constantly pouring tears, you can go crazy.
- To live... is another Question. And how to live when your heart is huge bleeding wound?

Giving heart, you endanger not only yourself but also the one who took it.