We do not write that is difficult to live, that the gloomy rainy days are better than sunny. We do not write about those who «lives on coffee and cigarettes».
We write about people who are able to rejoice the trifles, about people who never despond and achieve success. We write about pleasure, positive and love in the widest sense of this word. Become better together with us. ;)
Last May I’ve fallen in love, as usually, definitively and irrevocably. As usually, has fallen in love for ever, the most fair and congruous love. And he has fallen in love with me, really he has fallen in love! He told me about it all days long, without a break. But that fact that we’re living in different cities sometimes confused me, but is it important when he has been telling me every day the same phrase: "I hava the addiction from you", and I trusted him. Why not?
And then everything was untwisted. Quickly and beautifully. Forgive me for parcelling, but I feel a little uneasy when I’m thinking that the full stops are put, commas are checked up, colons are corrected on dashes. Even all names are written from the Capital letter though I prefer small letters.
And this morning a strong wind barreled, directly in my face, and it, the real traitor, beat out locks of hair from under hairpins, unwound a long scarf, even undo the lower button on a coat. And this morning I have understood only one thing: I am grateful to this person because if he hasn’t taken me once for a neck, such infantile me, and hasn’t thrown me on rails under a train, from a window on an entrance roof, from boiling water into the ice, I would run into the synonymous person later. May be in 25 years, may be in 40. And, maybe, this person would continue to torture me: would write ambiguous messages, would buy tickets to cinema with places on different rows, would give me flowers, and in the end of appointment would recollect that he has been for a long time promising to present a bouquet to the mother-in-law. And he so passionate beloved, the ardently-desired boy, just builds quickly a brick wall, cemented and puttied it. That I should not suffer.
And here I walked, the wind blew, I have turned back and have understood, the life is finished... for the persons of no character, and for me it only begins. Secretly l’ll tell you that for you too! :)
From Janny with love