For some inexplicable reason, socially important holidays immersed me in a philosophical mood. Taking bouquet-candy congratulations and after all the required in such cases role, I come home, turn on the a minor song and pour out their sentiments in words or pictures.
I'm sad drunken bouquets for the price of a hadron Collider, frightened male persons roaming about in search of gifts in the style of "not to fail" from the fact that the holiday is a way to make money or show approval. Unhappy and ungrateful wives and girlfriends to one day turn into happy and beautiful, heads sorry for all the "wrongs", husbands and lovers put on their most spectacular masks of love and care -- Just this one game of sincerity and love. And most of all sad that I'm sad.
I realized that my holidays and love are formed from everyday things. It's a cappuccino with a croissant in a cafe. When, after a sleep open your eyes and rejoice in the rays of the sun, the warm rain, the snow. In the Park near the house to make tea and coffee, which we share with goodmagazine ducks. This is an unexpected bouquet of flowers from the courier with a note "With love." This question: "are you all right? Maybe the money is needed?" This is an opportunity to share something I have in abundance, without expecting anything in return. It's cooked dinner or cake, which are treated for no reason. This is when desire favorite as important to me as my own. This respect for their needs and care about their implementation. This skill in time to say "Stop!" that hurts. This affectionate embrace, is available almost at any time when you need them. To accept that important for me the person voluntarily destroys his life, not to try to save him, reveling in his own superiority. And not to refuse assistance when he asks for it. This is the call of my alarm clock ten minutes early to have time to tint lashes and beautiful stick hair to waking up your men, and not for co-workers and other outsiders. This burning antisexual plush costumes and "home" clothes, and instead of buying dresses and seductive outfits. It's a romantic evening with a kebab and a bottle of cold beer watching a movie. It is prepared with a thermos of coffee and tea with aromatic scones that are fun plutayutsya on the way to another city or country. It's a constant smile after waking up and perhaps a joke with a kiss in the corners of the lips. This delicious Breakfast nicely served at the table. This is a concern that the House became a refuge from external threats. This is the birth of children out of the abundance of love in the couple and not to fill their own voids. It is the willingness to do anything in order to beloved man did not want to go "left", but the expectation that he will do anything to and I didn't want. Is the use of the head and its holes for the purpose. This ability to surrender without a trace, while keeping yourself and not allowing to dissolve in each other. It's a trip to the gym before work instead of late awakening to stay attractive for each other. Thousands of household things that make up months and years. And then the whole life till the last breath...
Sad thoughts, as I fill it is really important to me and people!
*My Lovely Rabbit :)
