Today I have this thought: she won't write again, or maby once or two.
My "good feeling" is movig with wave. I think I had my best humor about two days ago. Now I'm going down.
That's strange. Why it's done like this: once you feel you can push mountains, and another time, just after that - the same mountain crushes you down. Slowly and systematically.
For what?
To be pushed again.
Friday, 9 May 2008
Thursday, 8 May 2008
Me and my favorite Gardenia :)
She flourished 3-4 days ago.
She's m a g n i f i c en t ,
so v a n i l i a n ,
so r o s y ,
so p e r f e c t ,
so d e l i c a t e ,
so s m o o t h ,
She's m a g n i f i c en t ,
so v a n i l i a n ,
so r o s y ,
so p e r f e c t ,
so d e l i c a t e ,
so s m o o t h ,
There is still something wrong
I do not know what, but there is something wrong.
I noticed she was a little bit enthusiasted, but two days ago I asked her if she wants me to write or not, received strange answer: "You can write me if you want".
That was a litle bit rude of her. That means: "Do wat you want - I don't care".
What else could I do, as to settle a condition: "I will write only if you want me to", and offered her e-mail exchange as a part of a tiny step forward.
I get the confession: "I don feel so enthusiasted as on the begining..."
Pity, sorrow, predictable.
I noticed she was a little bit enthusiasted, but two days ago I asked her if she wants me to write or not, received strange answer: "You can write me if you want".
That was a litle bit rude of her. That means: "Do wat you want - I don't care".
What else could I do, as to settle a condition: "I will write only if you want me to", and offered her e-mail exchange as a part of a tiny step forward.
I get the confession: "I don feel so enthusiasted as on the begining..."
Pity, sorrow, predictable.
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