January 22nd, 2017 , 12:46 pm

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- And yet relationships are not always simple, are they? - asked the young man. “It seems to me that in any relationship there are always problems and disagreements.

Of course they exist. But I have one simple method that helps in any relationship.

What is it? - asked the young man.

- I always try to treat anyone as if I will never see them again.

Try to imagine how your relationships with friends, work colleagues, family and even strangers would change if you treated everyone as if it was the last time you saw them?

The young man shook his head:

Not really yet.

How will you behave towards your wife or girlfriend if you are sure that you will never see her again?
Will you allow yourself to part with her without kissing or hugging her?

Will you say goodbye knowing that some controversial issue remains unresolved?

Will you leave without telling her how much she means to you?

What about work colleagues, friends and family members?

If you're convinced you'll never see either of them again, wouldn't you try to make your last meeting as memorable as possible? Don't you make every effort to avoid unpleasant feelings when breaking up?
The young man nodded.

Mr. Hansen's words struck some hidden chord within him. He thought back to the day he last saw his mother.

It was a hot summer day, she was going on vacation abroad, and he was in a hurry to meet a friend with whom he had agreed to play tennis, quickly kissed her on the cheek and ran away. He couldn't know that she would never return, and this was their last goodbye. Since then he thought about it very often. It was the most bitter moment of his life, and it would remain so until the very end. Now the young man understood how he could avoid making the same mistake in relation to other people whom he loved and appreciated.

Just like Mr. Hansen said, it was simple: “Treat people as if you will never see them again.”

Many people, Mr. Hansen said, simply don't value their relationships.
I considered my career more important than my family, and as a result, I lost both.
(With)

John called her two days later, and the euphoria from what happened immediately gave way to slight disappointment when his voice on the phone said:

– You know that I am married. I probably read it in articles.

“I read everything I found on Google about you,” she admitted quietly.

– I’ve never... never cheated on my wife and I still don’t understand how this happened...

“I think it’s all the casserole’s fault,” Ellie joked, forcedly.

“What are you doing to me, Ellie Haworth?” Forty-eight hours have passed since our meeting, and I still haven’t written a single line... Because of you, I forget what I wanted to say,” he added embarrassedly.

So, I'm lost, Ellie thought. She understood this at that very moment when she felt the heaviness of his body and the warmth of his lips. Despite everything she told her friends about married men, despite everything she firmly believed in, it was enough the slightest step towards him, and she disappeared.

And now, a year later, she still hasn’t been found – to be honest, she didn’t even try.

He reappears online almost forty-five minutes later. During this time, Ellie walked away from the computer, poured herself more wine, wandered aimlessly around the apartment, went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, collected the socks scattered around the apartment and put them in the laundry basket. Then a characteristic sound was heard - a message arrived - and she I sat down again in the chair in front of the computer.

Sorry. I didn't think it would take so long. I hope we can chat tomorrow.

He asked her not to call him on his mobile under any circumstances - printouts from the operator are usually detailed.

Are you at the hotel now? – she quickly types. Maybe I'll call your number? Talking to him for real is a luxury, a chance you rarely get. God, all she needed was to hear his voice.

Later. cel.

And disappears.

Ellie sits staring at the blank screen. Now John will leave his room, walk through the hotel lobby, charm all the administrators along the way, go out into the street and get into the car that the festival organizers sent for him. In the evening he will immediately give out a stunning toast, and then he will entertain those who are lucky enough to sit at the same table with him, and from time to time gaze dreamily into the distance. He will live a real life, and she... It’s as if life has been put on pause.

What is she doing?

-What am I doing? – Ellie says out loud, clicking on the “Collapse Window” sign. She falls onto a huge empty bed and, looking at the bedroom ceiling, groans from her own powerlessness. She can’t call her friends: she’s already talked to them about this a hundred times and always received the same reaction - that’s understandable, but how else should they react? The words Doug said that night hurt her deeply, but in a similar situation she would have said the same thing herself.

Ellie sits down on the sofa, turns on the TV, and then her gaze suddenly falls on a stack of paper lying on the table, and she remembers the article. Scolding Melissa at all costs, Ellie begins to understand the archival materials - complete chaos, it seems, so the librarian told her, no headings, no dates. “I don’t have time to sort out all the papers. We have to throw away a lot of these stacks,” the only librarian under fifty told her. I wonder why I haven’t seen him before, Ellie asks herself in passing.

“Look, maybe you’ll need something,” he said, and then leaned over and whispered in her ear in a conspiratorial tone: “You can throw away everything you don’t need, but don’t tell the boss.” We just don’t have the time to deal with all this pile of paper.

She soon begins to understand it: a few theater reviews, a cruise ship passenger list, a few dinner menus attended by newspaper celebrities. She scans them quickly, glancing at the TV from time to time. Yes, it’s unlikely that any of this trash will interest Melissa...

Ellie flips through a tattered folder - some kind of medical records, it seems. Everywhere we are talking about pulmonary diseases, she notes to herself, all the patients are related to the mines. She is about to throw the folder into the waste paper basket when suddenly her attention is drawn to a blue piece of paper sticking out from the middle. Pulling it out with her thumb and forefinger, she discovers that it is not a piece of paper at all, but an opened envelope with a handwritten postal address. Inside is a letter dated October 4, 1960.

My darling, my only one!

I was serious. I came to the conclusion that there is only one way out: one of us must decide to desperate step. I really think so.

I'm not like that strong man, How are you. When we met, I thought that you were a fragile creature who needed my protection, but now I understand: everything is not so. You are a strong person, you can continue to live knowing that real love possible, but we will never have the right to it.

Please don't judge me for my weakness. For me, the only way to survive this is to go to a place where we will never see each other, where I will not be haunted by thoughts that I might accidentally meet you with him on the street. I need to be where life itself will stubbornly force me to forget about you, driving away thoughts about you minute after minute, hour after hour. This won't happen here.

I decided to take the job. On Friday at 7.15 pm I will be standing on platform 4 at Paddington Station and nothing in the world would make me happier than if you had the courage to leave with me.

If you don’t come, I will understand that, despite all our feelings for each other, they are still not enough. I won't blame you for anything, my dear. I know the last few weeks have been unbearable for you, and I understand perfectly well how you feel. I hate myself for being the cause of your unhappiness.

I'll be waiting for you on the platform from 7.15. Remember that my heart and my future are in your hands.

Is yours

Ellie re-reads the letter again, feeling tears suddenly welling up in her eyes for some inexplicable reason. She cannot take her eyes off the large, sweeping handwriting: the sincerity of these words, even forty years after they were written, is simply stunning. She turns the envelope over in her hands, looking for some clue. Recipient's address: PO Box 13, London. And what did you do, PO Box 13, mentally asks the addressee Ellie, and then gets up, carefully puts the letter in the envelope, goes to the computer, opens the mail and clicks “Update”. Nothing - the last message received at seven forty-five flickers on the screen:

It's time for me to go to dinner, beauty. Sorry - I'm already late.

Later. cel.

For me, the only way to survive this is to go to a place where we will never see each other, where I will not be haunted by thoughts that I might accidentally meet you with him on the street. I need to be where life itself will stubbornly force me to forget about you, driving away thoughts about you minute after minute, hour after hour. This won't happen here.

I decided to take the job. I'll be on platform 4 at Paddington Station at 7.15pm on Friday and nothing in the world would make me happier than if you had the courage to leave with me.

Man to woman, in a letter

She began to come to her senses.

A rustling sound, a chair creaking, a curtain being abruptly drawn. Two voices whisper to each other.

- I'll call Mr. Hargreaves.

There was silence, and then she suddenly became aware of another layer of sounds - muffled voices somewhere in the distance, the noise of a car passing by. Strange, but it all seemed to be somewhere below. Lying down, she absorbed the sounds, allowing them to crystallize, appear in her consciousness and disappear again, gradually recognizing each of them.

We'll never see you again.
I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.
We will never hug you.

To love you.

I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.
We parted ways with you. It's February in my heart.
I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry.
All thoughts flew away somewhere into the distance...

Why did you awaken these stupid thoughts in me?
Loving you even if you don't remember.
Love you even if you don't believe me.
Loving you even if you don't know
To love you.

Loving you even if you don't remember.
Love you even if you don't believe me.
Loving you even if you don't know
To love you I"m sorry. I"m sorry.
We never see each other not with you.
I"m sorry. I"m sorry.
We don't hug you.

To love you.

I"m sorry. I"m sorry.
We went to you. At the heart of February.
I"m sorry. I"m sorry.
All thoughts flew off into the distance...

Why did you wake me these stupid thoughts?
Loving you, even if you do not remember.
Loving you, even if you do not believe.
Loving you, even if you don't know,
To love you.

Loving you, even if you do not remember.
Loving you, even if you do not believe.
Loving you, even if you don't know,
To love you

Anonymous

Hello! I'm Anonymous, and this is my first time on this site and on this forum.
I recently broke up with my boyfriend, and all I feel is
expressed in my soul and heart in poetry... Please rate...

* * *
Goodbye...We will never see each other again...
But know that I love you...
And no matter what you say, I'm leaving
I have no more strength. I have loved you for many years,
But it's time for me to go to heaven...
There I will live and there I will die,
After all, I feel bad here, I’m tired...
And quietly closing my eyelids,
Your image is slowly running...
Farewell, darling, goodbye!
The price of love is life forever!!!

* * *
Yes, we broke up, everything passed,
Where did all this go?
Love burned out - it’s gone,
From happiness, only ashes remained...
There is only one question:
Why? Why did you do this?
Why did you laugh at me?
Why did you start the game of love?
Why did you offer to meet?
When did we break up twice?
After all, you didn’t love, you didn’t love...
But I didn’t play with the feeling.
Let it all pass, let it hurt me,
The wound in my heart is bleeding,
And let the grievances remain in your soul...
That's what the heart wants...
How I loved, how I waited,
How I believed that tomorrow again
I can see you
And whisper three eternal words...
Tell me how much I love you
How I wait for you, how I suffer,
How to believe, how I want to hug,
That without you I'm dying...
Yes, I still love you
There is no more strength to hide love,
Oh God! How I want it again
I'll hug you again, darling...
Oh, how I want it again
Dissolve in your arms...
I want to hug, kiss and...
Say goodbye to you forever.
I understand that everything has passed,
The doors of your soul are closed,
But it's hard to realize again
All this fear, all the pain of loss.
Memories of you
So often my heart is disturbed...
But time heals all wounds,
I know it will help me.
No wonder people say:
“It will heal before the wedding, don’t be afraid!”
Everything will live in my soul...
Don't worry about me.
Forget me, forget about everything
I don't exist for you
And let them be the punishment
Your words: “I love someone else”!

* * *
You know, my sunshine,
I really want to talk...
There's a lot to tell you,
And thank you very much.
I want to say THANK YOU,
For the fact that you exist in the world,
For qualities of character,
Which I cannot count.
Thank you for loving you
And that you don't love me,
Thank you for existing
And for you I don't exist...
Thank you for hugging the other one,
And that you’re not kissing me at all,
Thank you that fate gave you to me,
And that you will never be mine...
Thank you for submitting to me
And that is forever given to you,
Thank God that I fell in love with you,
For the fact that there is such a sun on earth.
There are many good young men in the world,
But what’s beyond the horizon in the distance? God knows....
And again I will say thank you...
THANK YOU, DIM, FOR BEING IN THE WORLD!!!

* * *
To know that you are unloved -
It hurts, of course
But it won't be like this for long -
It won't last forever.
Yes, you will suffer
But in the hope of loving,
You will forget him -
It will be difficult to forget...
He won't be with you
And you are suffering in vain,
Let him go...
He doesn't love you...

* * *
Everything is in this world:
From heaven to hell...
Love dies...
Which means it’s necessary.
And there's no point in crying
Shedding a tear.
You are nothing to him
For him you are a stranger...

* * *
You don't know how I'm here
I don't know how you are...
This war is just strange
Divided us in half...
I can't live without you
Thoughts are all about you again...
How are you doing without me, my dear?
The bed is empty without you...
There's a fog between us now
There are road lights between us...

May God protect you!

I like it
I would write it like this:
It's so hard for me to be alone without you
Thoughts are all about you just again...
How are you doing without me, my dear?
The bed is empty without you.

But the poems are good, but I didn’t like the first ones, sorry.
Have you been writing recently? I think everything will come with experience.

Hello Anonymous
The poem is written very simply, which is actually its downside. It is written so simply, as if a child wrote it. Rhyme and rhythm suffer. But the ending is great:
-strongly!
And - rhythm and rhyme suffer.
- reminds me of a song from the movie "Midshipmen". If I am not mistaken:
"But you shouldn't sulk at fate,
What others have in the distance - God knows,
And here we have enemies -
It would be an honor, it would be an honor!”

Everyone liked yours the most. Here you really exposed the nerve of your soul to everyone, and did not try to show that you feel bad! Rhythm and rhyme do not suffer much, but in this poem it is pleading, because... it is a pain! Well done!
The first quatrain is simply magnificent:
- the image of comparison between separation and war is well chosen. Both separation and war separate people on different sides.

Here it’s not very weak, because of the first two sites - it’s banal! After what is written in the first four lines - it’s unbelievable!

Anonymous

[B]
Yes, KATENO"K, I’m writing recently... Although, to be honest, not always, mostly when feelings and emotions are torn from the inside... I hope that everything will come with experience... But what I didn’t like... well. ..Everyone has their own opinion...

Added:
[B]

InbornPoet, thank you for your assessment, but perhaps somewhere both rhythm and rhyme suffer, and perhaps I didn’t notice this everywhere, but these are exactly the poems in which I expressed what I feel... And I have a lot of poems, that’s why I’ll definitely write again...Will you check it out?

Anonymous
Not bad! I especially liked these words:
And let them be the punishment
Your words: “I love someone else”!

Anonymous

Here are some more poems, and again on the eternal theme...

Oh, how much I love you!
So strong! You can't imagine...
I always look for your eyes everywhere,
Your smile...You don't notice.
Well, how can I make you understand?
It was no coincidence that fate brought us together
And the fact that I fell head over heels in love with you,
Believe me, my dear, this is no coincidence...
Maybe someday you'll understand
Perhaps it will be too late...I don't deny...
So guess quickly, my beloved,
That I love you...I miss you...

But this poem may seem a little strange at the end especially:

Why am I lying to myself?
Why am I trying to calm you down?
To myself, because I am to you
No need... Then leave alone
Leave me, no words needed
Don't reopen old wounds,
And everything you told me
Told me too, too early!
We are not destined to be together...
Not destined...Well, it's a shame..
And what I really need
It’s no longer visible from the outside.
Let's leave everything as it is
I won't be a burden to you...
And all the words, your words,
Let them all fly to hell...

And one more poem:

Let the stars in the sky today and the clouds cry,
Let your hand hug me for the last time now,
Let the memory preserve forever a farewell kiss,
And I will tell myself: “Don’t cry and don’t grieve.”

It’s not easy for me to admit to you like this now...
No...if I don’t say it now, I won’t be able to later.
I love you like no one else, I live only for you,
You mean a lot to me...You are so dear to me!

Your love for me is gone. Is that all right? Answer me honestly?
And in your heart there will no longer be a place for me...
Of course, it hurts me now, yes, it hurts and hurts,
But there are no tears in my eyes, and you are not ashamed.

I ask you to stay with me for the last seconds...
This may be stupid, but it’s hard for me without you...
Well, why are you standing there? Go! Forward! There’s a direct road to it!
Go - in words...In your eyes - stay! Stay for God's sake!!!

Well, that’s all...And emptiness...And I’m alone in the apartment...
And everything that was between us remained in another world...
And by slamming the door behind you, you ended my life...
All this falsehood and this carnival are over.

And this verse is my favorite... I don’t know if you will appreciate it, I really want you to read it and understand what was going on in my soul when I wrote it... Please excuse me for some words, which may seem obscene to you...

"To my mom"
I am going back home,
Late at night, after a party,
I don't remember much
After this stormy drinking session.

The clock is half past two,
Cigarette in the right
God, how I have changed
She just became a slut.

How could I get so low
And suddenly stumble?
But what is the main topic?
I can not stop.

I'm almost close to home
And I'm scared to imagine
Mom is so worried...
How could I leave her?

I went to the intercom
And I rang her doorbell,
And no excuses
They won't help now.

I'll go up to the floor
And I will whisper with tears:
"Forgive me, do you hear?
Forgive me, mom...

I bring you to tears
I’ve brought it up more than once,
And about the fact that I love you,
I rarely spoke like that."

She will look silently
To my drunken daughter,
And he will go to bed with resentment,
She can't help.

She hates to see
My own daughter in this form,
And probably now
She hates me.

I'll go to my room
I'll take a photo album
All the happy moments
I remember and he remembers.

I'm still just a baby
In mom's arms,
And here's dad next to him -
He was still with us then...

But this is New Year,
And this is a birthday,
Our whole family is here...
Happiness, music, fun...

And here is my first class,
And I'm burning with happiness
With a huge pink bow...
Where is the white one? I don’t know...

Here are my classmates -
Familiar faces...
I want to repeat everything
And find yourself back at school...

Yes, the years fly by quickly,
And now it's graduation,
And I'm in an expensive dress,
But my mother is next to me...

No, I can't do this anymore
And I'm closing the album...
And quietly press your nose into the pillow
Burying my head, I sob.

Mom comes quietly
And he hugs me:
"Don't cry, my little bunny,
I understand you."

"Mom, mommy, do you hear,
I won't do this anymore
I love you, your affection,
I will never forget.

Forgive me, okay?
Forgive me, mom,
Forgive me for what I
I've been so stubborn my whole life.

I'm sorry that you
Didn't reveal secrets
Sorry it's not always
I trusted you.

Sorry that's not all
I told you
Forgive me, mom,
What have I become?

Mom, I will change,
I promise you..."
And kissing you tenderly on the cheek,
Mom will say: “I forgive you.”

Dimitri B.

Anonymous
And in my opinion, it’s even very good for a novice poetess! I won’t go into an analysis of rhymes and rhythms, but I will say that you really succeed in ending your poems, and the first two lines and a successful ending are usually 70 percent of success. You are great at summing up the entire work with a couple of final phrases, and this is already a talent, congratulations.
So write and write, the only thing is, I certainly understand your state of mind, but still, try to diversify the topics for writing, I think you will succeed.
Good luck!

Dimitri B.

Anonymous
- I’ll try, but I can’t say how detailed!
Looking forward to your creations!

Anonymous
Not bad for a beginner, but I still think your “You don’t know how I’m here” is the most successful and powerful!
I understand your love for this verse:

And the waves quietly crashed
About the rocks, the shore and the buoys...
Today from the big swim
The sailors must return...

She stood motionless
Drops of tears sparkled in my eyes,
And the wind gently kissed
Dark curls of hair...
And, suddenly, for some reason,
So my heart froze in my chest,
And such a strange feeling...
There's probably a meeting ahead!

But the girl didn’t know yet
That the guy is no longer on earth...
After all, he stayed with the commander
On that ill-fated ship.
Of all the boys on the crew
There is no one else alive...
The ship sank due to an explosion
Nothing can be changed.

Girl standing on the pier
She looked thoughtfully into the distance...
And the white seagulls screamed
There was sadness in their voices.
The sun was already setting over the sea,
The veil of night was falling,
The stars lit up in the sky,
But she was still waiting for him...

Big blue eyes
She fixed her gaze on the sky...
There, beyond the wide black sea
Seventeen white stars are burning.
One of them shone brighter...
The girl immediately understood
That this is her favorite sailor!
He will never return!

And quietly tears rolled from my eyes,
Her love was strong
She didn't know what to do
She was alone now...

Girl standing at the pier
She looked thoughtfully into the distance,
There was hope in her eyes
A shawl fluttered in the wind.
And the waves quietly crashed
About the rocks, the shore and the buoys...
From the voyage of that great...
No... the sailors will not return...

"The City is a Labyrinth"

Where it's hard to find a way out,
From all this dirt, falsehood and lies,
From this city of dark closets,
Houses, basements, and various showdowns.
There is no way out of this city,
And no one knows who created it...
Here there is only night and hopeless light,
The way out of this hell is DEATH!

This city is not on the map,
It is sealed with a huge seal,
There are no people here, just dust and roads,
Some Gods are playing with all of this.
This is a ghost town, a labyrinth city,
Once I entered there,
Can't find a way out...
This is a dark city, a trap city, Anonymous!
Your poems are powerful! There are, of course, some disadvantages, but everything is ahead.
I just read the poem to my mother and tears came to my eyes. Maybe the rhyme gets lost somewhere, a syllable gets knocked out, but it’s incredibly strong and emotional. I just understand you, and in every line I walk next to you...

Dimitri B.

And I liked everything! As I said, you have the makings of a very good poet! Moreover

Hello. I miss. We haven't seen each other for almost 6 years. The last time we met in this conscious surrounding reality, you walked away into the twilight of the night in the middle of an empty street. Even then I knew that we would not consciously see each other again. But, despite this knowledge, every day I wished to see you. Sometimes my wish came true and I saw you in my dreams, always in different ways, but in the end you still left. You can't even imagine how difficult these 6 years have been for me. I was never able to fully, completely come to terms with your choice. I think about this every day. In the morning, before work, sometimes I’m late because I can’t get ready, or rather, I can’t get myself together, or to be even more precise, I have to get myself together piece by piece. Sometimes I wake up and just see that you are not there and I am all alone against the whole World. How insignificant I am. I feel like an empty place, nothing. I'm starting to get hysterical and I can't pull myself together. There are times when I just don't care about everything around me. But of course you don't care. Are you all right. Your choice was right. You chose the best. He married the best one, and gave the best one two sons.
How did my life turn out? No, you were just the last one. But I think you don't care. I ceased to exist on the day we last saw each other. Every day just repeats the previous one. I, like the old me you knew, exists from 18:00 to 09:00, and during the hours of its existence this part of me goes home with its head down, lies down under the covers and falls into a stupor until the morning. From 09:00 to 18:00, when I arrive at work, another me appears. I don’t think anyone around me knows about my problems. If the second part of me had not appeared, then the real me would have already disappeared as a physical unit in this dimension. Although you don't care either. I don't even exist for you. In any case, I don’t have to expect any gifts from this life.
Although a year ago I received one of the best gifts in my life on New Year. About a month before the New Year, I stood on the balcony at work, from the height of the 2nd floor you could see my entire current gray life. I was thinking. Looking down, I saw you, with you was your friend and another man I didn’t know. At the first second, I thought that you were not real, just a figment of my thoughts. But if you are a figment of thoughts, then I couldn’t imagine your friend. I saw you, but you didn’t see me. The second thought was to jump off the balcony. Just a couple of meters separated us from each other. Or run as fast as you can through offices and corridors. But what if you left? Then I turned on my brain. You clearly didn’t come to my liking, then why? Probably to visit friends or for work.
And then, what's the point of running to you? 6 years have passed. This whole life. You made your choice 6 years ago and everything is fine with you. It doesn't matter now how it all happened. I decided to just stand and watch.
I saw your face. Your friends went to the flower shop, and you stood away from them, two meters from the entrance to the building of my work. I think that you learned about me and knew that this was the entrance to my work. I saw your face, his facial expressions. Your movements were visible, not only your body movements, but also your face. You wanted to come to my work, but you couldn’t make up your mind, you were tossing about, not only was your shell tossing about, but there was also tossing about somewhere inside you. Then your friends left the flower shop, and one of your friends, more precisely, our mutual acquaintance, pulled you by the sleeve of your jacket, looked at you, clearly understanding why you were behaving this way, and said that it was time for you to go. You got into the car and drove away. I then stood on the balcony for a long time after you left. Perhaps from shock, or maybe I just wanted to see your shell at least once more.
The last gift was about a month ago. That early morning I went on a business trip to another city, passing through your city. I got a ticketed seat in the bus driver's cabin. The conductor said that one more person will board in your city, but he bought the ticket here. But, despite this, an impudent girl sat down next to me and wanted to chat with a driver she knew. I did not care. I put the hood on my head and remembered you again. The bus stopped in your city. I was simply amazed: when you got on the bus, the whole bus was filled with your smell. This impudent girl, who took the seat next to me in order to communicate with the driver, took your ticket seat. And you sat back. Fate, perhaps. More precisely, not fate. I was wearing a hood and you didn’t know that I was also on the bus. And what should we talk about now? You would praise the one you chose and start showing pictures of your children. You would ask me why I am still not married and without children. You would humiliate me with this question. Therefore, as soon as the bus arrived at its destination, I immediately ran out of the bus and rushed away from you. I assume that a guardian angel, most likely Cupid, sent this girl to sit in your seat on the bus to chat with the driver so that you and I would not end up in adjacent seats, so that we would not have to travel next to each other for almost three hours. After all, this situation would have completely finished me off.
I think that it is unlikely that I will meet anyone in my life. After all, over the past 6 years I have not had a single novel. You know that I’m not ugly, but there are people better than me. Children are not born from the holy spirit and this is a fact. That’s why I won’t have children, I just don’t have anyone. We must face the truth. And it is true.
I think that sometimes I will receive gifts-reminders from heaven about you and that I was once alive. Thanks for the reminders at least.