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Somwhere in BETWIN ...

I'm in a happy relationship. In love, about to get married. Everything seem to be in place. My boyfriend is a great guy, caring, gentle, truthful and responsable. I know he's the best choice and the best thing that happened to me, I really shouldnt be ungraceful. But what if you meet someone that gives you the chills at this point? Oh my dear God... it's just so crazy of me that I even think of this. I know 'R' will take care of me always... he won't ever leave me or stop thinking of me as the most important thing in his life, I just know ... and I love him even more because of that. I fall asleep in his arms and I feel so safe and secure. Than I wake up, prepare myself to work, go in to the pub and I see 'G' ... It so hard to explain what I feel to that guy. I know we dont belong to one another, we wouldnt get along in a long run. I don't want to make a step towards him, I can't emagine myself with him or anything else but this strangre atraction makes me vulnerable. It's somethink with which I can't even fight, and what's worst I dont want to because I like it. It's like it is completely enough for me that he's around, the idea that he's somwhere, that i can see him, smile to him and see him smiling back....

I feel totally lost... maybe it would be much easier if i would just get used to that feeling and stop thinking about it. Just get it over with...

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Tak dawno nie pisalam, tak dlugo nie bylam w stanie collect his thoughts. I fell in love, really fell in love, as in all these films I've seen, as in all the books I've read, unexpectedly, a total of nowhere appeared a feeling you do not laughed at all expect. It stunned me to the point of locked themselves completely from self and my internal desires, feelings and me hands possess magic senses. The rest of the side but she went on any longer so I can not, I can not. The most amazing is that perhaps I would be able to give up their dreams for him. But I had once to think I wrote for me is not written in a house with a white picket fence and children running around the backyard with my husband. I think about it and it seems to me the first time in my life attainable, and the beautiful, warms my heart, but ... zrezygnowalabym of themselves, and this is something you can not do. And now falls to my mind the thought of my mom, who had married very early, bearing so many unfulfilled dreams and then left the house and started a family with everything podrozowacv gdziec. Is it just me, waiting to see if I will do the same? I fear I do not want to become your mom's nightmare of my life and still think of him woke Nokia now.

recently while on lunch at Romek we have, from word to word and came to talk about the wedding and decided to get married, already had hoped for guests, we chose a place and felt happier than ever. He feels that he is the love of my life, getting harder for us to part when we go to work. I know this is sounds so infantile, but it's true, we do not see some sort of number of hours there, but always in spite of everything every day we are finally together. But today morning, for example, when the Roman walked to work before he got up hugged me tight to him and felt how awful an inch each other does not want me to leave. In the end he stated the call to work with is still sick and do not come, but I knew that this is not done because we can not afford it and he is sufficiently answered to understand this and take appropriate decisions. He got dressed and came with me goodbye, and again the same:) glued to each other and wished as he did, would not have walked but did not say a word, in the end went out. Then I arrived during a break. Dropped everything so as to hug him and would never feel I'm whole again only a particle of something larger. Ten minutes before we started to have to go make love his half naked. It's such a banal to write a happy love, niesadze would like 'Wuthering Heights' readers would do if the increased just ended in August, or 'Out of Africa'? Beautiful happy love does not sell, something that people will shake them, what they read something and say to myself, 'oh my life is not so bad', all his life in August compare with our heroes. What I actually can I say? I have a guy with whom you are brechcze non-stop, make me laugh endlessly, understands me more than anyone else, he loves me like nobody ever loved me like no one already and will never do that. Crying time with me in the cinema when we watch 'Australie' everyday 'matches me,' so long so I just got the orgasm. Every day when I do not love is a lost day for him because he must feel with in me, though we are a whole for a while. And the most beautiful what happened is that she wants him to share my dreams, because I see that he does not have as many needs as me. We lay together in bed and I told him that such a simple family life is not written to me that this will please me because I have too many dreams. I told him I would like to travel, read books he wants, he wants to write and wants to draw and take pictures with fear because I do not know what I find on it all the time because I love him and want to spend that time with him. His answer? Baby we somehow do the trick, I'll be happy as you'll happy:) We'll see how it will, I fear the worst from the tragic Finishes like from some sad novels and I feel that what is happening now is just a wonderful stage in my life I will never forget, and that slowly Should i start preparing for what will be and reconcile with the fact that it does not spend his old age. I wonder if it just does not affect my reader, the selection of video libraries and also my exuberant romantic imagination. Interesting ...

in love we are like a wonderful evening seascape. I am a lighthouse, which illuminates the way, and he is a lighthouse keeper who ignites my inner light. What is a heart without love? This is an empty vessel, without dreams, without their own history.

Dear God

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Prayer

Thank you for all the blessings which You have given me. Thank you for

it was hurting,

thank you for every tear he shed,

for every probe against who I bet.

For every failure of which I broke a

after which rose a stronger than ever.

Behind every good souls who met on the road, and for all the love, which you I could not eat.

Thank you for your family, without which I would not have each other.

For each person that I was able to help and for every who helped me.

Thank you for every sunrise and sunset.

Thank you for your sensitivity to beauty who have given me. Thank

with me ... you have opted not With

not let me close in itself and zgoszkniec.

Thank you for good luck, that will be in my heart to the love that given me,

at the moment when he least expected and the man to whom I look in my eyes and I know that already

I do not have to be scared, I do not have to look and suffer ...

Thank you that you were ... Thank you and thank you that you are because I know you will be forever ...

in me and about me ...

Amen.

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11 days in Poland ... vacation? I would not say ...

It was not me in Poland one year, exactly 25 October was passing year and spedzialm it with friends:) How was? What can I say, ended up on the boat and Lublinek struck me Stansted comparison to that 'something' what they call an airport in Poland. I felt lost even on the plane as the ceiling lowered the window and saw a box of blocks in the boat. Gray, dark and sad. View was overwhelming, and the worst that already did not feel the same person who I was once, was no longer of this world and immediately I had to find a home in August, which no longer call home. My dear Piotrus arrived to collect me ... my best friend:) how was leaving both of them cried, now ... I enjoyed the now is, and I felt like I was not a few days rather than years. Pabianice nothing has changed, but the boat masakrycznie dug, I drove some detours that do not I knew where I was until I began to be exported brechtac with me to the forest in order wykozystac me somewhere in the bushes hehe maybe came across the way would come in some mushroom? : P: P: P we had a evening, because it was Friday and finally ended up in a house where mom was waiting for me to pomidorowka:) My room, my four walls, crying my wall with photos of friends and family, my computer, my bed , tower i. ..? and I, I felt that I came back to the point of exit. Ehhhh best as I opened the cabinet in order to prepare the memory of some of my favorite books to take. What I found there? hehe books from the library, opening date could be seen in the middle of '17 in November 2007 ', well, beautiful ...

What has changed in Pabianice? not much, but what I am blown This is my most traveling by bus. She pulled the first evening as a wallet, a ticket in order to stretch before I came out I got all the cards oysterka, kredytowka, ID card and it's still under the bus .... and knelt on her knees I was trying to reach for, the people see, the steering wheel in August with me brechcze. I thought you're just ... just olka zajebista, came to the metropolis in order to cause the colostrum in your own town, try shining example of normal. Lord have mercy driver in August and drove off a piece of me I could pick up all my valuables, and I'm so happy it's just I emptied his wallet in the spectacular way because if so I tipped the bag I would have already collapsed. Then I deleted as exemplary citizen ticket and went to thank him, lugs sit smug with did a good deed:) no to some people evidently did not much need to be happy, as I envy them ....!

The second time I got to some of the new coach who obviously we got in some fit of a good heart ... and there I get warynki London, besides the additional pieterka course, and I felt milutko ... I look at the bus stop wyswiatlacz indicative and there is the inscription 'wagen halt' hehe no, and I started to laugh like debil to itself. And so I thought about the president of our city ... my former Director of the medium: P These buses are needed to be his idea, the German bus ... ehhh

Evening successful ... everybody was gathered and was zajebiscie, generally the whole stay a little heavy, already began to lose the odd thought about alcoholism. Everyday I had to visit three osooby, to share among friends and family ... a week later I was already so tired, of the massacre. Now is the next weekend and I went to a lot of daddy, drove the whole family in August and it was super. God went on a mushroom and I could not get enough litter underfoot, the smell of the forest, overlooking the autumn yellowing of leaves and singing birds. View zapieral my breath like I've never in my life was not watching the forest. And here came my sister's daughter and cousin's daughter, of course, the girls go with me to pick mushrooms. Only climb with me to the forest and ventured Martynka muse with the phone, and after half an hour of walking behind me have determined that they're bored and want to go back. God what is happening to us, it was some normally a nightmare, I suppose if they ran out of television, computers with internet people are slaughtered by their own shadows, not knowing what to do. What shallow life ... and I had it with the fireplace Radocha napalilam .... and so on malenkosci, you could always find something nice to do. We are terribly aspoleczni August, closed in homes and separates from the people. I remember an event as I was a little, neighbors were coming down in August without announcement because they want, and everyone brought a balanga something when bielych jerozach, gold wedding rings and rowan. Now, you should call and warn about the visit, which in essence will be reminded of the first degree short meeting with some aliens. Children are the same, rather than go somewhere with my friends will sit at home and talk gg you either to play the Sims. No longer people are not happy in any way do not see the joy is so sad. People zaskorupiaja in love and loneliness as if it was a little ehhh in my life.

Mama disarmed me incredibly hehe. I ate a late breakfast one day and go out of the kitchen ... and she's looking in the mirror August sztafiruje, changes every moment because I still cos its not a game, I asked at the end of August where he chooses, and in response I heard - on the market. O people.

myself I went to the cemetery still confuse pray for the graves of her grandparents, and regretted that there will be sacred to me at all, maybe a little abstract but on Nov. 1 for me is the most beautiful day of the year. Always we have convened a team and kursowalismy. The atmosphere of holiness, beating heat around the entire field and poblyskujacych plomyczkow, for me it's probably the most romantic place I've seen.

Well urlopik has passed .... at the airport saying goodbye to the sister, I started crying like a baby, she looked into my eyes and told me to not to travel, with no work for me, a secretary in a company in which you now doing the work right away ... as I have zapierdzielac it can just as well in Poland where I have friends and family rather than in London where I am alone. I love her but it's no longer my world, not my reality. Do you want to live in London permanently? NO of course decisively, perhaps two years and coming back ... This place depresses me, but independence keeps me here, nothing else. Some friends have let me down, others completely surprise. Piotrus fucking till the very end, I know I can count on him, is and will be for me ... because he loves me as I do his. I'm glad I went, I know what I stand and I understand more ... but the last day already sat on tenterhooks just to get back to my sun and my, nor, to my room and life which in spite of everything I liked, here I have a lot more opportunities to show off and it made me filming. At Stansted welcomed me a bunch of my wspoldomownikow including those dearest to Romek, the CTE of flowers in hand, headed:)