Monday, January 3, 2011

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me a definition for 'life'.



And it's worth it. It is always worthwhile.

You've gone a step in one direction. His voice is soft and I think it sounds sympathetic. But I know that I would classify it sometimes wrong. Anyway. He seems content, in contrast to me. I doubt, but when I do not ever doubt it? I know he would say exactly that, if I would demand a response from him.
So I am silent. It does not matter anyway, he knows what is going on inside me.
you do not like this direction.
I told you, he knows what I think.
"No," I confirm the same. "But right now I like little."
He chuckled and I try to look at him angry, but he takes possession of my facial expressions, so the look is soft.
I know that bother me should, but it does not work.
I like to think that he would rather see me just smile.
You do not know whether you will succeed, and that bothers you. But I want you to do it.
"If I do not make it for myself? Instead for you?"
Where's the difference? he asks me gently, laughing. I look at him and think about his words, but he wipes the thought henceforth, as he kissed me. I close my eyes and let myself drop.

In the future I probably will not have much time for me to drop it.

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