Vitannia! This list of addressing is especially for you, all those that I didn’t manage to say at once, that one for a few 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 that I thought about you all the time, hating you and loving, hating I 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 had the courage to write you a sheet for a long time ... I just didn’t have the courage to tell you about your 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 ... 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, I’ve taken up the olive now, maybe 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 around, and I am again snarled by this whirlwind, im'ya 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.