Vitannia! This list of addressing is especially for you, for the new one, all those that I didn’t manage to say at once, that one for a couple of months tezh. To that, read the sheet to the end, there is not much here! I think you're good enough!

I'm writing to you more mysterious leaves on my palms
Lip beats, heart beats in the rhythm of vanilla jazz,
A memorial of candles from the wondrous aromas of distant foreign lands,
With a cunning popeyastoy phrase, which hung like a primar in the window.

I want to

You are bad, you are sicker. Meni befits tse bachiti, so much more sore, ale befits. Nasoloda. Why? Possibly, to the one who thought about you all the time, hating you and loving, hating more love. Your viraz is unhappy in appearance, blackened on a wet eye, like an axis-axis does not vibrate and swell your cheeks with your hair.

Hello kokhany!

Hello kokhany! I'm breaking into the sheet again! I feel closer to you! I would like to warmly through those that now you trim those that I recently called trim. Wow, how I missed you! For a long time I’ve been lashing out at myself for those who won’t charge us at once - singly, if it’s important. Fortunately, a webcam - a friend is quiet, who wants someone to pamper.

Hello sunshine!

Hello sunshine! I haven’t been called to write you a sheet for a long time ... I just didn’t have the courage to tell you about my reason. Maybe I write tobi darma at once, but I can’t stand it any longer ... The fire of my love for you is becoming stronger, and the wine is already starting to scorch my heart. I am trying and suffering because of selfishness... Because you have no order... Aje, you are so far away from me, but I am from you!

Sheet of kohaniya maiden

Hello, my dearest and least forgetful! You have to write the axis. Knowing at the kohanna, wanting, singsongly, I shy so much more often. "I LOVE YOU," for only 3 words, as in the life of people the floors have become banal, the floors have become everyday. But all the same, I don’t get tired of repeating you, those that I love you more.

I am reasonable

I'm sensible ... but already it's pizno. I have long wanted to write to you. Let the leaf be weak for all patience. Well, the axis is so zavzhd, in front of him, like a rose, in front of him, like taking a pen with an arch paper, there were a lot of thoughts in my head, but now I don’t know why to start. Remember, how often does my mood change, and then look at everything that happens?

love sheet...

My dear sweet boy! All one is my: in dreams, dreams, marenni... The lower angel of my heart. So I want to become a baiduzh to your image and find peace of mind ... Ale, make me laugh at me. I renew and renew my stasis, shifting glances and ty, nibi perebuvayuchi in the unknown, baked with dots and words, the sense of which I am afraid of understanding.

Leaf at the minulee

I don’t know, now I took up the olive, it’s possible for the one who wants to think about what the rest of the hour will tell me. I thought about it, I stopped thinking about you, but it’s not like that. You turned, and I am again snarled by this whirlwind, I am to Yakomu - TI.

I check

It's been a whole day, the first day I was able to take it in my hands and went to the computer. I don’t know how I should live… I beg you, listen to me, be kind. I choke in pain, but I want to tell you, I want to say so many things. All my dreams were shattered, they tormented me for a few days. Having fallen all my world, my small, tenditny world, where I was myself.