end of this story will add themselves:) 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
