parting [Theme] Page 1

People usually run away from the past because they are in a hurry to live. I will never part with him.

We walk side by side. The three of us walk: me, Annushka and separation.

That's why I don't want to grow up completely.

While you are with those who don’t love you at all and talk a lot.

It turns out that the pain of loss makes memories dull gray - you notice this after you come out into the light again.

Anyone who has been in war knows what it is like to be separated for a day. For just one day...

These seven numbers, scribbled in thick felt-tip pen, would only pull me back into what I was meant to be free of.

We needed a deadline. The date that can be marked on the calendar is the day when all tears dry up and we become whole again. I think it was a revelation to both of us that love is not such a one-piece thing. It was the first realization that sometimes we give ourselves to each other, but we don’t get everything back.

My best friend and I had these breakups in the same week. All of a sudden, both of us were left with just “me.” We didn't kiss our loved ones at night. We didn't wait for a call at the end of the evening to talk about how the day went. We got used to the fact that it takes only a fraction of a second for two people to be alone.

No matter how you look at it, it was a blinding train wreck, a collision between two people who didn't know how to give up on each other once and for all. I thought (and almost every cell in my brain was at attention, waiting) that he would leave her. So I opened the doors for him that I swore never to open. I laid out my complexes on the table, like playing cards. I pretended that I was the only one. But - no, I never planned to be that other girl.

But now the dream has really become a dream.

How are you, how are you, my iron friend.

Meeting and parting, accompanied by wild passion, are typical of love pangs. For when the heart longs for the betrothed, not heeding admonitions, both torment and danger are great.

Dear Stephen... I don't know if you'll ever hear this, maybe you decided to stay with Kate, I can't blame you for that, but I can't wait for you either. I have to take care of the child. In fact, I should have left a long time ago. Now I just don't have any excuses. But I love you Stephen. I hope you find happiness... Oh, the planes are flying!