Thanks

It is sometimes interesting to me to observe of people.

Here already I observe half a year of your relations. In the beginning I thought that it only seems to me, and then began to reach that you are really important for it.

When you start to tell clever things, even it is unessential to it, it turns a head in your party. She greedy listens, as if your word for it as a water drop in desert. Sometimes at me the impression is made that she cannot live without your voice that she will choke without it.

When you talk to it, slightly smiling, in it something revives, she forgets about all: about friends, about girlfriends. During that moment only you make for it something important.

When she simply looks at you, in her eyes like and anything is not present. Or so it seems to me simply? But in one I is assured precisely. When she looks at you, its pupils pulse.

If you though sometime think «I so is lonely. Nobody loves me» Pull out to itself language and lose possibility to think! I love …

If I do not write SMS the first - nobody writes to me.

If I do not call to the first - nobody calls to me.

If I do not invite to meet the first - and so all is clear.

Sometimes it seems to me that I do not exist. Simply it from those girls who invite to itself to tea and really go to put a teapot.

I KNOW THAT SUCH INDIFFERENCE. These are any too clever books, an accurate make-up and ideal manicure, fine points of progress, absence of any emotions and infinite conversation with itself on philosophical themes.

As a matter of fact I differ nothing from these girls who admire your eyes Simply. I have enough mind not to write to you about it and not to show as I go mad My emotions in me. I do not call, I do not write, I do not search for a meeting as though it was not bad to me. And consequently I always in a prize. Ridiculously from that you for certain do not guess what... You do not know as I am am turned out when you by""online". As I trace all your statuses As I shudder, when I hear your name from lips of the usual classmate