The love is not the love if it makes hay when it turns out that its object goes away. When the life becomes hard, when things change, the True Amur remains unchanged.
We need a little of hope to hold like, we need to feel smell that sometimes the life is magnificent and that with the good person she can be her for ever.
Tears with eyes, envy urge to leave everything, settle arise a heap of question, to have the certainty to have made a mistake on everything and to have given your confidence trust to whoever.We need a little of hope to hold like, we need to feel smell that sometimes the life is magnificent and that with the good person she can be her for ever.
The impression printing that everything is finished and that more nobody loves you, whom nobody is for you, in any case not the persons that you esperaient.
You believe to hate and to hate people who hurt damaged you until the day when they disappear.
And there, nothing more can ever return them, or our regrets.. And in that case, what it does stay
