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    Why in our world there is nothing "average"? A life or death, friendship or enmity, pleasure or a grief. … and with you. … I have not learnt still you "a little bit" to love. … I am able only completely and irrevocably. … and on - it is impossible for another: the love does not recognise uncertainty and has put half... However, as well as you...


    As it is a pity, that you do not know it. As it is good, that you can guess it. As it is wonderful, that this feeling lives in me"


    I notice those who in online, only when IT leaves a network...


    I love...... Probably not for ever but all the same I love it! I love its sight, I love its smile, I love simply that I love you!


    My men can be counted on fingers, but you, you are on an average because you can show fuck to all to the rests....


    You say, that I am not able to love. I Am able, still as I am able... Only not you...


    He loves it more than all others, but others that in it to make sure are necessary to it.


    Cry out-will hear everyone, whisper-will hear the nearest, and only I will hear about what you be silent.


    I am not confident, that I love, but without it I cannot...


    When there is no that you love, it is necessary to love that is


    I love for... I love because... And easier to love not who cannot!!!!!!!!!!!!


    I do not wish to hear more the false and hypocritical I "love"... Have my soul silently...


    I LOVE... Easier to look as you you laugh... I like to name you the sun.... I like to look simply in your eyes..... And only to you I can tell I LOVE YOU!!


    The happiness is. I know it. I know its phone number, habits, colour of his eyes. They beautiful. At it tender hands and it smartly kisses. "


    You the most expensive that at me is not present...


    I can behind turn I will sit down on hunkers, I will remove heels and I will choke in tears. And now it is necessary to pretend to be simply happy and to pass by you... And then for turn


    What for noise in your soul? Make more silently!


    I always dreamt to fall in love. Now to me it is very bad and sick... And if it also is love shoot down me!

    Silently I purr with happiness...))



    The love is terrible illness, it slowly and painfully painfully burns soul and heart, gradually destroying the person.


    After you have learnt love, you do not live any more, you only exist...