thoughts on the paper 2

"Something about us ... but what? What do you want hear from me? What do you want to read from my letters? Secrets and passions are enough, thoughts go to a good end, the journey is just beginning ...

What do you want from me? You are still in my heart as a claim to a long romance, like a decision in a few hours, like love without touching and kissing ... "

Daughter Helen tried to write an open letter to one important person, in which she fell in love in the autumn. She thought she could take everything from a romantic connection, without touching or kissing. But the flirtation of capriccio didn't end at the limit of many words and one meeting. The person was from aristocratic circles, and in the air all friends felt a scandal, shame, fears, tears, a miserable existence.

"So strange - this feeling ... Indecision behind, shyness before, shame in the diary. When the gentle movement of the right hand becomes slow and crosses the air - stay with me, listen to the touches and exciting moments; when the unknown scent of fresh sea breeze will mix with the already spoken hasty words - stay with me and breathe in all the scents of love; when the lit streets fall into darkness and lose the charm of starry nights with the expectation of a miracle - stay with me and in the early morning silence; when the piano concert will be without playing on black and white keys and without fans - stay with the me and listen to the music of my desires and imagination; when the car stops near your house and the horn starts to bother your ears - stay with me, not with the phone ... when the car stops near your house and the clappson starts to bother your ears - stay with me and don't rush to the door... 

If you love me - don't bother with calls and don't make promises of a future meeting, because everything in this life has a reasonable end. And love, and easy laughter, and dreams, and - you too.

If you love me, don't hold back good words in a "marginal" house in which your soul lives like a sparrow in slavery. I know that your soul has many reasons to talk.

If you love me - sometimes give to me free time to be free from the obligation to live together. We couldn't be happy because the hours of true feelings can crush our safety, the moments of lies in front of the eyes of your husband and friends can crush our homes, the seconds of the appearance of a true understanding of things can make us unchecked.

If you really love me - leave me thousands of meters of quiet walking, many miles of sleep in the car, keeping the path to the beach.

If you love me tenderly - never say "dear", because this name of relations doesn't yet correspond to true sensual desires and, obviously, people repeat it often than it should.

You're joking when you ask for my new phone number when I use the old one.?

The letter is not a diary. Do you want to continue his lines? One day all the leaves fall off, none of them will escape the attraction of lying on the ground - no one will remain on the highest branch, but you stay with me and don't ask to fall together on the poor land. Don't ask me to be glamorous - I don't know the feeling of "fashion". I don't know the names of wealth. Don't laugh at my simple thoughts, because ..."


From "Ambassador wife's"

To be continued