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don't run away from love when you feel that this is the real one- sooner or later you will regret that you've lost it....so..fight for it...no matter how hard it is....bacause it hurts to be alone....and there's no greater treasure than having somebody to hug you in the lonely nights......appreciate what you have!

...air full of  intoxicating scent of freshly mowed grass,pine needles and his lips tasting like bitter(sweet) coffee...why is that-when you are in love the whole world is a beautiful Eden,where all people are good and happy(happy just like you),you involuntarily smile at everybody around you... you just love to be alive...just because now you have a reason,an impetus,an enormous vigour to stand for that happiness...

......................................................LOVE.......................................................................

tonight i won a personal victory...i faced my fear,i looked him in the eyes and i confessed something i could never imagine before i would be able to say...the man to whom i devoted four years of my life,good and bad moments,laugh and tears( i don't want to ponder upon the issue which side was the prevailing one) is already in my past... hidden there in the albums of my memories( and i hate looking at old pictures...they are so sad and nostalgic...)...and i opened a new page...this new page is actually an old one,coming from the same old albums,but with different,new face...i am scared to think that it's the face of the hope,of the lonely island in the middle of the big ocean...i prefer thinking of it as the future,as the so longed happiness...

everyone is scared of something- the darkness,the spiders,the snakes,the heights,the broken heart...but i think we all should face our fears,stand up against them and overcome them somehow...i won a personal victory tonight... and i am so proud of myself...

some people live for the fortune

some people live just for the fame

some people live for the power

some people live just to play the game

some people think that the physical things

define what's within

and i've been there before....

but i've come to the other bank of the river...where life is not always about the       glittering surface...and you have to look deep insight for the hidden                  treasure...and if you happen ever to find it you must fight not to lose it...life is always about making mistakes and realizing them when it's too late...but it's     also about the recovering and moving forward...it's brave to confess your faults...and it's wise to try to improve them...i don't know if i am brave or wise enough to do it...but at least it's worth trying,isn't it...                                                                                                             anyway....                                             

i dream awake...

blissful happy tears are on the verge to roll down on the face that he kept kissing hundreds of times for the last 5 hours and which he made look so red afrer rubbing his coarse beard on its sensitive surface...

have you ever felt a high-voltage electricity exploding with every single gentle touch...have you ever felt your skin like a mine-field and the bombs on it are detonated with every caress of his lips...have you ever felt that stomach-trembling later when you remember what is like to have his warm breath in your hair... Gosh,i thought i were too old for that...i doubted i would ever be able to experience such a pure yet deep,magical elation( words are poor to describe it)...but now i am grateful i was wrong...

have you ever had this type of friendship that at some point went beyond the limits and became some weird kind of love-relationship for a certain period of time...but then it happened that you lost it in some stupid silly ridiculous way-urged by the fear not to lose the valued friendship...or just overseized by the fear of your own confused feelings that might be hurt....and suddenly out of nowhere he appears again...when you finally managed to settle down and to reach some level of self-awareness... he comes like a summer storm- fierce,wild and short ...and just like that the storm is over and you are left only with the echo of the still haunting thunders...so....my question is what do you do from now on?is it too late to glue something already broken long ago...or you can build a new,better,brighter something out of the previous nothing...???