Тут должно быть классическое moar текста с последними наблюдениями, событиями, победами в делах и поджопниками от просчётов, а всё ради того, чтоб аккуратно скрыть в лапах то, что под катом, дабы, не дай Сеть, не поцарапать, не разбить, не потушить, а в кое-каких моментах и малодушно не признавать до последнего.. Да только этот отрезок кардиограммы ради подкатного и записываю, так чего ходить кругами.
Just some letter..
Everyone says that love can arise in different ways. Gradually or suddenly after a while, it happens at first sight. I have an intermediate option. Even during communication on the Web thoughts began to creep into head that this entity is the one, the only and unique, with whom one can share the joy and other of life in this world. I finally fell in love when met her from the train. This nimble whirlwind of chestnut curls from which such a lively, mischievous, intelligent look could be seen. Probably, then i fell into embarrassment, from which at first i could not find a way out for a long time and then I did not understand what to do with this way..
Well, she's a miracle. Every touch with a paw, every event on the way was warm and familiar, at the same time it revealed with greater depth than i understood before. Amazing being. Amazing person.
She somehow combines continuous forward movement and enviable constancy. Enchanting gentleness in family matters and sharp irony to everything hostile. Strength of mind and seeming harmlessness. And nonetheless she is a wolfie: can cover the leader if necessary, and tear to pieces for the sake wolfling, and return from a good hunt not with empty paws.
There are no more such. I know, because i was stupid enough to compare. Presumptuous not to appreciate. First time. Second. Third. Fourth. To be afraid of losing a wolfie so much that begin to see instead of her someone as terrible as myself with quite natural consequences. Touche.
As a result the brain, with a ban on even thinking about her, began to live in images. Psychiatrists probably have a term for this.) Joke. Or not. The question is what am i going to do with this situation. Whining, perhaps complaining, regretting and all that.. What would theoretically doom me and her to squeamishness and disgust towards myself. Therefore, following this path as the easiest one will not be the right choice. A person is a reasonable creature in order to maintain discipline and understand that the simplest option is not always correct and "wanting" is not always an adequate reason.) Controversial statement, but the ass should not think ahead of the head. Well, if people don't change she's still a wonder. If they change i have the opportunity to become adequate. One way or another i can quite make an effort for this, since sometimes it even works out. In both cases i shouldn't get in her way.