We swore with Erica... I can understand and forgive many things, but only not nonsense.... Unexpectedly, unpleasantly, but it is visible to it it was fated to happen....

That it means, to be a half...
Thoughts together to breathe in unison …
Feelings, desires to weave a pautinka …
Without interrupting them, even on a dream …
To feel pain when close it is bad …
Under a wind to throw tears for it …
And to the last breath …
A row to be with it, without asking anything …
Can to someone will seem to the strange …
What to be tired of each other - it is impossible …
And, waking up - to wish? To be desired?
Tenderness, with a smile darling bearing …
You still sleep … I not nearby, but together …
That there was warm your morning dream …
The sun I will light for you in skies …
With light I will wrap up from the different parties …

Hello my favourite Saf!
Thanks, I as it should be.... Days off passed not as I would like, but there was some reconsideration of certain things and people and it pleases me.... How are you? what happened to you?

So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that through your life there passed not one, and not two persons, and the whole tens and hundreds people. Someone from them was late for a long time, and someone hardly managed to touch your hand... To someone didn't get even your look, and someone on lips still had sweet from one thousand your kisses. So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that you always want to be better, more honest, more fair and are more good-natured, and as a result all the same there are those to whom you crossed the road. You want
to share pleasure with people, and people envy, you want to cry, and people start considering you weak. So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that the majority of us are able to lie, looking in eyes, and only small part sincerely decides to tell us "I love you", without taking away a look. Why we always suppress the finest from this, what is in our heart? So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that over time from memory persons are erased, names are forgotten, but events always remain. They temper us, they serve for us as a lesson. It
as the theatrical play which teaches us to skill of game. And people... all people same actors... simply good actors pass together with us from one play to another, and bad leave. So strange, looking back in the past, suddenly to understand that I which always seemed that understand people, in some of them nevertheless was mistaken and that people whom, appear, I will know eternity,
now from me moved away, and what I considered as "passersby" still near me.
You value people, which always with you and who will be able always to understand and to support you at a difficult moment...

لا لا لا بالهنا و الشفا انت يا عبوده

العفو ياخويا العفو

ربنا يديك طولت العمر يا عبوده

هاهاهاهاهاهاهاها كل دا و مش طفس هتاكل فراخ ميته


عموما انا هجيب و انت حر ذنبك ع جمبك


بس والله صاحبتي اكلت منها جالها تسمم مرتين و لسه بتاكل طفسه زيك

انا كويسة يا عبده ربنا يخليك ولا يحرمني من زوءك وانا لسا ما ابتديت امتحانات لاننا رح نخلص في اسبوع بكرا عندي امتحان ادعيلي

كنتاكي دي فراخ ميته يابني


عموما ذنبك ع جمبك حاضر يا طفس

ههههههههههههههه ماشي عبوده انت تأمر يا باشا

ثانكس عبوده الاون سكاين منور بوجودك انت تسلملي يارب انا كنت بمتحن و لسه مخلصه و كان عندي دراسه فا مكنتش ف البيت

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