They say that love, couched in the words, loses its elevation and magic. But the feeling of распирающее heart and soul, like hitting the walls of the cage, eventually loses its force and faith in a bright future. Why not admit the truth in the sense of a loved one, is tantamount to обречению love to certain death.
My love for you the most powerful and nothing on similar. I even scared to recognition of her, the words and sentences, which anyone ever used to me. I'm afraid to scare you, I'm afraid to laugh, to disappoint, telling the story of his love. But even more, I am afraid that you will never know about it. And so I decided to make a confession.
Even when we're not together, I always feel your presence in my life. Yes, it is not a blind passion. Love is when burning desire to share and give, and passion, when furiously want, anything not to give in return. I am ready to share with you all, and the first thing that I give you is my love. I imagine you there when taking any decision, whether a choice of tea in the supermarket or movie for the evening viewing. I'm trying to predict a liking to you, my choice or cause to be bored, and perhaps even indignation. I want to know all your thoughts on this or that occasion, and it seems to me that I could please you every minute, if you let me be with you next.
It is believed that youth is characteristic of dreaminess. But is it bad? Is it bad not to be afraid of dreaming about the man, whom you love most in the world, and believe that he will answer you back.
Probably, recognition, which I'm doing - it is the peak of my patience and a great desire to make the desired effect. But if we are not together, not the end of the world. And most likely won't even notice, that in my life something radically changed, but... But it is not my story, not me built and desired. I'm just going passive actor written by someone else scene. The plot of the poor and unrequited love.
But, if I'm lucky, and you will answer to my feelings of love, I will be the happiest man in the world, and every minute of our life together will try to fill the joy of your heart and make you happy.
The leaves are the letters of the summer.... You love to write letters? And tried once? In fact, my dear, write letters - a valuable gift of fate, which can boast of the unit. Want to confess in love, writing recognition in a letter? Prepare the keyboard to the battle! Will write.... by the Way, the paper version - is not worse at all. As someone used to, as they say. Like pen - write a letter in handwritten variant. The beauty of it, in fact, from this one iota does not get worse. What version of liked more? You can not choose " choose the third option. He is interesting, write two letters of confession! Use both options. Awakened interest? You - the green light!
Even when we're not together, I always feel your presence in my life. Yes, it is not a blind passion. Love is when burning desire to share and give, and passion, when furiously want, anything not to give in return. I am ready to share with you all, and the first thing that I give you is my love. I imagine you there when taking any decision, whether a choice of tea in the supermarket or movie for the evening viewing. I'm trying to predict a liking to you, my choice or cause to be bored, and perhaps even indignation. I want to know all your thoughts on this or that occasion, and it seems to me that I could please you every minute, if you let me be with you next.
Probably, recognition, which I'm doing - it is the peak of my patience and a great desire to make the desired effect. But if we are not together, not the end of the world. And most likely won't even notice, that in my life something radically changed, but... But it is not my story, not me built and desired. I'm just going passive actor written by someone else scene. The plot of the poor and unrequited love.
But, if I'm lucky, and you will answer to my feelings of love, I will be the happiest man in the world, and every minute of our life together will try to fill the joy of your heart and make you happy.