Love - a huge lottery in which play all: abrupt guys and modest girls, old men and children, successful and unfortunate. Sometimes, not guessing about it, they win … and sometimes, removing a fine screen of a life, we find out there empty hearts.
The love visits(attends) us secretly when we at all do not wait for it. She(it) comes silently - is silently, creeps absolutely silently, its(her) easy breath only is audible. She(it) brings in the palms only small which can be extinguished or kindled(be put out or kindled) easily up to a huge flame.
The love changes all our life, puts on us pink glasses and deceives, speaking, that the world is ideal. We are ready on madnesses, we lose of a head because we do not want to lose each other.
There is nothing more terribly, than to be one. There is nothing more awfully, than to present for a second, that you are not present…