fascinated watching these cool German guys on stage, singing a cappella the song from "Titanic" and some fatal news. Coming to take them aftograf. Photographs, and the user receives an invitation to them to the disco. Priezhaet, the whole evening talking to him in English and shoots his heavy cigarette. They uezhayut, and he is stronger than all cuddles her goodbye.

It sends email with photos and is waiting for an answer, which comes a few days. And as in "Loneliness on the Net" Vishnevsky - conversations in ICQ for days about anything and everything in the world. About fashion, about her school, about his music, that she knows the history and literature in Germany than he did. The whole world is only in the bright window, in the letters which were written the night. So he decided to come ...

You're probably aware that her grandmother, when seeing a pair of lovers on the street, like to say "We then their years were not allowed to own this!". But in their case it was the opposite. One grandmother even said that his whole life never seen a pair, they are happier ...

For eighteen months they saw each other 3 times ... Postponed for a few days of virtual reality in which the earth's unreal. How it was happiness, pleasure and affection! As Remarque's novels. Just like writing the same Remarque, this love can not last forever. Of all that forever, the shortest lines of love ....

A month after their last meeting, she met another. Normal, beautiful, pretty cute. And fell in love. So her heart began to burst from the senses to the two men. And it was necessary to make a choice ...

She is 2 months of silence, saying nothing to any one nor the other. Tossed, torn, exhausted. And soon it became a choice is not between individual persons and between dream and reality, between what is and what could be ...

She chose another. Real, tangible, which is close by and is already madly loved. And do not skimp. And I was happy. But still sometimes she looked back and thought: "What if .... if ... take a chance and try to achieve something more ?"... And an old love the little thorn in his heart ached ...

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She fell in love with rain

She loved rain ... It was her best friend .. she could tell him everything ... She believed him, because he hid her tears behind the shadow of dusk night .... He helped her ... he gave her hope that Ever the little girl becomes a princess and always, always meet him ... my dear and only a prince ... but again it comes to mind is that life is not a fairy tale that Prince does not happen .... and it reopens rain my soul, full of tears and sadness .... there were years, months, weeks ..... the little girl is not the same from the outside. but inside she had remained true to her best friend ... she still talks to him noisy at night, hiding it under his mask cover .... and then one day she walked down the street as always confident that her life is just started and that happiness does not reach it ... but suddenly he appeared so suddenly .. he easily wrenched out of the corner and she saw it ... prince .. every night she talked with the wind of it .. trust him all the secrets my heart .... and suddenly she realized that she loved him ... Months went by ... every night they spent together, but no one guessed that their hearts are beating louder than the others and only when they feel it .. they knew. that this is a love !.... time and all the secrets revealed .. little girl has found her prince behold ..... it just spoke to the rain, but now she smiled and told him what I felt the heart ... .. since the little girl believes in fairy tales. in fairy tales. that come true ... a fairy tale with a happy ending!

Love is different!

Morning. I sit alone on a bench. Dull, unbearable pain pierces the body. I try to calm myself ... I remember the friends ... I can not, I have traded them all for you ... in my head went through some moments of life ... you again! And again, the same piercing pain ...
The last couple of days I can not find a place, can not eat, can not sleep, all my thoughts only about you, about us ... Why are you so? I did love you, I love life ... more like ...
When you're gone, I wanted to die! I thought a lot about it ... I thought about how you come to my funeral, as you cry, beg me to forgive you ... NO! Death ultimately does not change anything! It is too easy ...
I cried a couple of days ...
Mom and she is two people who saw my tears! But Mom never hurt me intentionally ... She did ...
I wanted to scream, moan, plead ... was ready to kill anyone who even than he could help me! Wrong! ...
Why reciprocated?? Why said: "Love!" In response?? Why lied?? Why ???...
I did not do anything wrong! I just wanted you to be happy ... I was ready to carry you in my arms! Did a lot I would like in return? Just reciprocity ...
You were always the most dear, most near and dear to me, man !!!...
So many times said to himself: "Forget it! Everything goes! Such as it is thousands of ... "! Sometimes acted ... But as soon hear her voice, and ALL !!!...
A year has passed. We often see each other. At a meeting I "put on a iron mask, trying to show that it is not the most important thing in my life, not its meaning ... is hard and painful ...
Yes, now I know what love can be

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