среда, 10 ноября 2010 г.

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 ...