Sexape: It is not palliatives

Half are not. So what is it? Fear put me in your heart or a persistent distrust of female friendship? You do not know. I understand you. I believe that it is so. Are you afraid. Afraid to be deceived, and finally shut. So you want to love, and just afraid to open their hearts. Sometimes it is raging passion, but often it is cold as ice. What is this? You think that love is when ready to go to the edge of light and do the sake of Rights anything? Madly jealous and worried, even when the person next to you? And you never occur to that love is different? Sometimes charming, beautiful, sometimes-painfully cruel: Are you not think about it?

Are you afraid. Afraid of the feelings again. You do not believe me. Once upon a time, long ago a sage said: "The feeling of not lie, cheat judgement." Can you imagine is to look at the heart? Get look every corner, browse each, hidden from the surrounding maze. It is easier than you would, I suppose. Rather, pour memories. Sad and pleasant, tender and passionate, constraints, and vice versa, forcing relax. All of this will be. Help yourself, try to live today. Let твои fine not sat at the feet of the old paths. Pliiz not primeryay my old dressing ex-girlfriend. We are all different. There was the same way. Do you believe me? Yes? No? Trust? Hardly.

Hundreds and thousands of times, I say to you. Ver 'me. Millions of times, I will ask them. Stoya beg on their knees: Puxty It seems I knock at the door closed. The Kid, please let this be for you just now, not yesterday and not tomorrow. Let people around you just smiles. Zvonko rassmeysya, if you think of something amusing. Pogrusti if pour memories. Sing me a song for the night, I had never heard of this. Tell me, what is life. Maybe I will be enjoyed? Show me the love: I know her so little.

Whether itself. Not menyaysya who would not want this. Be sincere, gentle, to the best of stervoznoy girlfriend. Let all remains the same. Are you one of which want to be. Pass, and at times quick, passionate and tender, which is able to love and hate. Are you - are you. And even if they like you for what you are.