Porneskimo: Never tomorrow

"I was 15, he - 35, and seemed to both of us left with the mind. He was ... Strong, brave, beautiful and courageous, and how to be a man currently. Fearless and the recalcitrant, and that attracted me. Main ... he was my "

And perhaps this would end, it is not sluchis understand that this fate. Yes, indeed, it was difficult not to fall in love with. Frankly, I understand it. She, in turn, doomed fully understood the situation and hopelessness. They were too different to be together. Love pererostala in pain, call, intuition. So it is impossible to love the person so loved God. Life is not standing on the ground, changed surroundings, new people appear to have been her care, there have been meetings, novels, a storm of parting. In the years many have changed their views. She almost forgot, stopped thinking about it. At this point, he reappeared. Pali ashes all attempts to forget it.

Another would always hot coals fire. She fell in love again with even greater force, and no longer wanted to relinquish it. As then, is something all-embracing, obsession, fanaticism, delusion .. He again became light, a symbol, a star and fateful inevitability. But this time there was another drama. "I would give a lot to hold at least one evening with him." That desire was to realized. How else could happen, because if liking ... just a vzglyada.Proyti, not raising his eyes, Walk, leaving traces of light, Walk at least once By kraeshku thy fate. He lstila the depth and sincerity of feelings young lady. He was glad it (in their beds). He loved women in general. Moreover, he was a Gentleman. After all, why not? Freshness youth and the increased interest in his own persona impressed him. She herself, and liked him. And if they are well along ... Love does not tolerate failures. He took it as a gift.

Let's have at least once. After all, this is the meaning of life: to get who breathe, who lived ... albeit only once and briefly. Love brooks no delay, no guard themselves for what someone else. Fate does not give a second chance, and if they will give, the pain of the loss of the first recall.

A whole night, just night: flowers, champagne and tears, and the "old songs" on the main. He knew how to mean it, and was at a height. Elusive. Only the night. In order to direct it cut its destiny. not leaving anything, even grass at the burial, even the stone slabs. All ask for an eternity and everlasting memory, which omoet rain.

And it did not fell in the head as he can so hoodwink her. "He knew also that I love him" If most deceived them all, then what we expect from others? What he said in fact that he himself did not believe? What gave hope, that did not justify going? Male dream, stupid and pointless poigravshy with it ... He resigned from her life at this time forever, leaving only a scar on the heart and hope. Hope that all this - ridiculous mistake that he could not so easily abandon her that he would return it. Hope, which every day becomes less and less ...

And his thoughts and did not deceive anyone. He did not hide, do not swear, and not promised. He gave her an unforgettable night. With it, she was happy. What else can you dream? All run in the normal pace, with the vaccinated time habits and regulations. On cold calls are answered or no tube removed. I only sleep through, listening to others' voices on the street and tap the autumn rain fell on the roof and foliage, probably realized that this was the "last" love, the forces which had already left.