So suddenly, the first day. An excess of free time, maybe just this feeling ? From któregośtam April, five months, slowly, perhaps too quickly, however, walked into my life. Every day, letting you more. I opened up a world, which he was ashamed, scared. You are chłonąłeś not asking for anything. I loved you, I gave everything I could. Nothing not to restrain. Five months, which are assumed to have an end of each miesiąca.Pierwszy, second, third, fourth ... fifth.
Remember how it was? I am less and less, what we in the past for a better tomorrow ?
Or maybe just the point. Remember good, because strangely enough it was not bad. Live and revel in the past, maybe they should give me strength between the two weekends. How many of them will, if these five months will give me power for two years?
I guess I appreciate what I had. And what I have now. "Although we remain active." Eternal optimists Dobbre page. I am still learning.
And if you read this, are: first
Diaries are meant to write what you do not really mind. One no longer fool my pit-pit.
second I love you.
3. [................................................. add ...............................................] by recognition
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