My last Late Love

I dedicated to my beloved ...

He. He was, and he is no more. As it is not clear, terribly and I could not take my mind. The last conversation on the phone for an hour on March 7 a promise to call tomorrow morning ... in celebration ... and meet.

And many times povtorёnnye words to them: "You just know that I love you very much. Wait three months and we'll be together all the time, anyway will be together ... "He was very ill ... March 8 call and was not ... March 11 he died. There was not. Strange ... I felt that he was not in pain this evening ... .. all burned ...

It was summer ... heat ... we sat in his car and laughed ... When saying goodbye, he said, "Now you have a friend." I walked and smiled, I was insanely good, some feeling of infinite happiness. His glowing eyes and a warm velvety voice ... So began my love ... It took less than three years. And I think that we have always known.

I had a husband, his wife ....

He had a long, old-fashioned, looked after me six months corresponded online, sms, calls, went to suburban cafe where you sit for hours and still keep talking ... about everything. And every time I was away, I was happy with him ... it was easy with him could be herself ... How few of those with whom you can be yourself completely. Somehow we laughed all the time, as children, we were then so well ...

Summer ... autumn ... winter ...

February ... the second ... I was waiting for this intimacy, I really wanted it ... Inn, shot a few hours number. Nothing like this has ever been with me ... Amazing proximity ... All, without a trace of his ... ... to complete devastation. Spring, all of our ...

Go somewhere thought that he had a family ... Who cares, it was in those rare hours only my ... We were all the time there was no time ... Five hours ... seven ... they flew so imperceptibly each time after breaking up all thoughts only about him…

Early summer ... his wife read them messages nestёrtye accident ... Call me, something screaming for a long time, he said: "Take it I do not need ... or do not dare to talk." Nearby was a man ... then there is someone else ... One thought in my head: "He still has to decide ... what she did for him ... maybe ..." He so much ... so smart ... and suddenly: "Take ...."

Time of silence and pain ... ... an infinite melancholy longing. He's sick ... very sick ... She tried to poison him vinegar essence ... ... burned all ... legs were paralyzed. I do not know ... no contact ... It was for me his first death. Just two months later, he wrote to me that practically crawling around the apartment ... For some reason I feel his pain all the time.

He left her when he was able to leave ... Out in the rest of the apartment from his mother ... But most have not come out ... ... I walked with difficulty with a stick .... arthrosis of the hip ... it's a lot of weight ... his desire to lose weight ... not operate due to the large weight ... some ratio of weight-growth ... is not suited for this.

Pen ... his wife with the ever-changing emotions ... who wore his products. I asked him: "Let me ..." I'm so bored ...

We met again only in January, on Christmas Day ... As if there were these months of separation ... I ran in his "bachelor apartment" ... once had a chance ... Every time I stopped by, his eyes shone with happiness ... We talked a lot and about all ... we were so good .... 3 ... 5:00 ... one moment ...

When I left and walked down the street alone ... I wanted to come back ... and be with him all the time. He could not decide ... afraid of being a burden ... I know he loved me, it is impossible not to understand ... This was our second spring with him ...

I came to understand that her husband has long ex ... except that the law is still there. Nothing keeps ... live like bad neighbors ... Divorce.

I'm single ... but really came to him to live the wife ... wrote ... "I'm sorry for my cowardice ..." Again the pain ... long silence ... It was for me the death of his second ...

Summer ... autumn ... without it ... do not forget ... did not work ... I tried to forget it ...

Late last love ... love ...

His phone number is erased ... sometimes short letters by e-mail ... Pain ...

End of October ... heavy rain ... wind ... I was on the street at 7 pm ... the darkness ... What a call to the telephone number ... I do not see ... his voice on the phone ... "How are you? ... And how are you? ... I want to see you ... You come? "Of course I will come ... I would always come to him ... Just call me.

Week nights-nights together ... He seemed to want me to remember then all of his life. We talked a lot ... It told ... says he loves .... and I always wanted to cuddle up to him ... Amazing closeness ... these 10 hours each day as a moment of great happiness ...

Then he got sick ... very sick, always sick. Kidney Liver ... going wild ... testing ... All said that it will only become better we will see that very bored ...

I would always come and everything would be done for him ...

Only now have nowhere to go ... only mound cemetery cross and silence ...

Forgive me for all my good ... sorry ... Your real death ... "... After three months, we can still be together ... You just know that I love you very much ..." .... soulmates ... Why did you go? As I am now without you ....

My last love of late ...

Lyudmila Plish

The love story of the life of Nefertiti Message

In the article "The message Nefertiti" tells the sad story of love Moscow schoolgirl, which has played in the life of truth is not funny joke - when in fact, instead of happiness in which you believe and expect, is a piece of mirage lost somewhere in the alleys bustling streets.

Message Nefertiti

In contrast antique shop in the center of Moscow was a very beautiful woman. Passers-by and the young and the elderly, in passing, involuntarily looked at her. But beauty seemed not paid any attention to it. Her eyes were filled with tears, and in her hands she clutched a pendant jade color, and labored gaze directed into the distance, through the crowd.

Several years ago, while still a schoolgirl, beautiful Pauline was returning home after rehearsal outlet points. Suddenly it began to rain, and in the absence of an umbrella Pauline slipped into the nearest store. It turned out to be an antique shop, a small but very cozy, with only one visitor.

Girl to pass the time, clung to showcase the beautiful antique pendants. She was so impressed by the unusual thing, which is negligible as a foot stepped on that same single vizeteru store.

By surprise they both flinched, pulled away from each study liked jewelry, and when their eyes met, it seemed that the world was shaken by the passionate feelings arose between them.

What happened in those fractions of a second - love at first sight or a meeting, and feelings were destined? Or maybe it's just one of the unexplainable events that happen once a century? Whatever it was, the meeting abruptly changed the life of Pauline.

Six months later, the girl was eighteen years old, and she was waiting for this event, more than anyone else. Because the next day, after age, the couple getting married.

They met almost every day, in spite of everything, for six months. He gave her vintage pendant in the form of images of Nefertiti, which was bought by them for a few minutes before their meeting in the very rainy day, then become fatal.

Time went on as usual, approaching birthday date and time Paulina school final examinations. In the serene days of a little less enamored I met Polina preparing for the exam. But their souls were still together, and when advancing the long-awaited meeting, then the body too.

Examinations have been left behind, and proceeded full preparation for the birthday, and there before the wedding was a hand file.

And on the eve of the triumph of love were to meet again. But he did not come on the appointed day and hour, not even warned in advance. He did not show up the next day, and even after a week and a month of it nothing was heard. Pauline Life became hell incarnate.

She almost did not sleep and did not eat - he was looking for. Search through friends and acquaintances, in cafes and parks, among the passers-by on the street - no one knew there was a man, and suddenly he was gone. Damage done to the pain she began to doubt, and whether he was at all. Maybe the last six months of life were a mirage or a fabulous dream, and now it was time to wake up ...

Several years later, Pauline was able to recover from his grief. It was no longer a young schoolgirl and shoulders had no small experience.

But still, at the first opportunity she went to the antique shops and spend hours standing at the door looking at somewhere in the depths of the streets. Pendant with a picture of Nefertiti and stayed with her, she took care of him as a sort of master key from the door between reality and fiction.

After some time Pauline learned that he was alive and well, living somewhere abroad, is married and has a daughter named Pauline ...