Этот мир странный. Встретила случайно девушку, с которой дружила лет 7 назад в интернете, и потом мы перестали общаться. В чужой стране. Через столько лет. Чудо
"In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you"
Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows»