If every time
when I think of you
would fall star,
the moon would know
what loneliness is .........
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Don't know why I love this time of year - Autumn . With the first autumn chill life will begin again.
So sad today at the shower. I look out the window all day, some heavy rain, it probably never will end. Why at such moments, I want to cuddle up to your favorite shoulder. So you want to love. Strange this feeling is love Yesterday you did not know the man, and today you can't live without it and day. You think of him. You can't wait to say a few words to him or to write something. And so day after day. And you haven't even seen this person once, you only share their photos, gave some advice, and then suddenly realized that this man needed you more than anything, even more than you yourself. You probably remember the legend that at one time the gods divided the people into two halves, and that the person was happy, he must find his half. Here is the case. You're the half that I was looking for. Searched long and found. I love you . Sorry can't be now and it haunts me no less than you. Still, imagine our first meeting. Beautiful melody, the meeting on this bridge. Hold hands, stare into each other's eyes, Just stand there and not what not to say. And everything is clear. And a snowflake. Snowflake that will melt in your hands. I'm a romantic I guess..... Don't know is it good or bad. But I see it that way. I love you so much!
Today out my album, I want to share the photos that have long been gathering dust in my folder. This is not my work, but they are beautiful, don't know where I found them, not remember When you look at such beautiful work, exquisite as they are made with love, soul. So I want to say to love is to find in happiness of another your own happiness – Leibnitz
I'm so pleased that you mourn with me today, looking at these photos, I do not say goodbye I will please You, after all, such beauty to admire