Maya and rigger, the love that inspires

What is love? The feeling that inspires or, conversely, to kill?

Or maybe it's just a four-letter word? Everyone will answer differently.

In my case, it was so ...

Two years ago, I met my future ex-husband. It all started with a random telephone messages. All though it could be called a fateful meeting in the old beautiful grandchildren to tell tales based, so to speak, on real events. But alas, it ended up a very predictable and sad.

So, as I have already mentioned above, two years ago, namely on August 31, 2011, I heard the phone call .  The display shows an unknown number .  I long to pick up the phone, but an incoming caller was persistent and I surrendered .  On the other end I heard a pleasant male voice, a pretty young .  That started me to explain in detail about a few days ago received a message .  After my brief resistance, I took the allegations and apologized for the inconvenience .  But my companion decided to continue the conversation and asked permission to call again .  I did not refuse .  And after about an hour, we chatted again .  This time, the conversation lasted all night .  I learned that my new friend named Sasha and he 31 years old, she had the Maya .  Sasha told me about his work rigger .  He said that he is now on board and even home can not yet come, so that the meeting, which I have proposed to postpone .  He also talked a lot about my childhood, adolescence .  And these stories were so touching, live .  I liked to listen to him .  I never tired of our conversations, for the most part I was silent .  Silent and listen .  And ten days later I heard the new information to which I, frankly, was subconsciously prepared .  Sasha was not on the ship he was serving a sentence in places not so distant .  And here it seems to be all the finals, but no, I have decided that nothing bad will happen .  In the end, he did not sit for the murder, and for fraud .  It happens to everyone, a man wanted money, overestimated his opportunities and thunder in jail .  And since then I feel that he is a good man .

Imperceptibly passed a month, two, three, four ... ... almost a year and 16 July 2012, we met. Achieve the meeting was not easy. Fixed not meeting, and a long goodbye. In short, we have passed easily. Arrived, I fill in the form and started to look at the cute behind glass. I remember all the prisoners from the bye in the robes were, and he was a citizen. I saw that someone wanted to see and was very happy about it. If not for one small school, Sasha insisted that I showed him a pass in which my name has been specified. I then felt very ashamed. The fact that I deceived him not imagine his name. We even because of this quarrel, Sasha chastised me for this lie, even were such phrases with his hand, that he no longer knows how to communicate with me, suddenly I will continue to deceive him. In the end we made it up, and I promised to continue to tell the truth.

I'm a little distracted to get on a long visit had to provide proof of cohabitation .  On the first agreed to help Sasha, I just came, took away, and then took him to the colony .  But that's the name of someone else standing there (fictitious) .  When I received it is not yet fully be aware that really want to go there .  And then my situation worsened slightly, and I seriously wanted to meet .  And there is no help .  Once Sasha said, .  that it is necessary to come to the head of the colony, and to talk to him .  In an audience with the chief could not get, on the appointed day I took his deputy .  Took quite rough, something I bleated softly under his breath, and he replied with obvious sarcasm with which they say why should we let all in a row, then AIDS will not deduce from the colony .  To say that I was not nice to say nothing .  And Mr. Vice happily told me the following, I am not the first to ask Sasha on a date before I went to him the other woman .

Naturally the evening I asked the logical question Sasha, who went to him and why he is hidden (because before he told me that he only visited his father and stepmother)? The answer surprised me: "None of your business! "At some point I saw your ideal Sasha in other colors and the picture I did not like .  But he quickly enough all flattened .  Convinced that my fear of unpredictable reactions .  I thought that I will stop with him afterwards to chat .  Well, then follow the best for women's hearing phrases .  I like to meet you, just forget about it, and indeed we had broken even earlier, before you came into my life .  Of course the truth sounds less advantageous: "I went to a woman, she was married, then came the law to married and I'm not allowed advertised on TV about finding a girl for marriage, and you fool kupilas" .  And probably if I heard this, our relationship would suffer wreck .  Oh, do not deceive me hard, I delude myself happy .  Women love the ears .  And I did not leave their attempts to get to three days on the other side of the fence .

I knew a lawyer, to whom I turned for help to get help. He did svёl with the district, who in turn took me to the coveted piece of confirmation before the conclusion of our cohabitation. And here already prepared, with the help, I again went to the chief IR №9, the proverbial nine. And the second time I took his deputy. Now he saw a different girl. I was shod our previous conversations, and in my hands was a document. So here I felt comfortable.

We were finally allowed to visit, the number of appointed, but not just so, with the words of Sasha we had to sign after the meeting.

A story of love Shell on the beach

I once loved,

More I can not love.

The heart of everything ever gets cold,

I just want to die.

I will die, and everything does not hurt ..

I'm like a bird flying up.

At the heart is no longer painful,

And I do not want to love ...

You do not remember, I know,

But, I'm in the clouds,

I like snow, melting, melting everything,

In your, colorful, in - dreams ..

And maybe you used to be, you ask, -

Where is she now?

I and a lot of these words

It honestly believe you ...

Meditation:

Love, whether we know in fact, what is this feeling? Who of us can truthfully say that it was love? The fact that a person experiences love and not something else, in fact, knows neither he nor anyone else. It is said that love crazy, some scratching himself because of her life, someone commits suicide, but the fact is, no one knows from her all this.

Basically, those who rush to the high-rise buildings, opened his veins, or commit some other acts of violence on his body, a desperate person, or ordinary egoists. Almost always, the problem lies not in the fact that they did not like, but the fact that they did not pay attention to the person that they think that they love.

-How So, I love, and I do not? -I Think the majority of people in love.

Most often, when a person who is like a loved begins to reciprocate, that same Narcissus, who only yesterday was thinking about suicide, from unrequited love, after a while it becomes absolutely not interesting this "lover". Narcissus switches to another subject not attainable, and again suffer from "love."

A story about love "Shell on the beach"

June 2010

Victoria

This day in June, was one of the hot, summer days. The bright sun was shining, people are somewhere in a hurry, without end drove the car, the birds sang their songs ringing, dogs barking at each other, caressing breeze occasionally stirred the leaves on the trees. She woke up in the street, all came to life after a night of sleep, and of course her with tinnitus, it was simply impossible to sleep on. Opening her eyes, she felt sorry that yesterday before going to bed, do not close the window. If you live on the second floor, and you want to sleep longer in the morning, then another in the evening, it is necessary to close all.

Her name was Victoria, she bylo22goda, for three years, she lived completely alone, her parents were killed in a plane crash when flown on a business trip, she was only four years old, and the girl was left under the care of his grandmother, who died of a heart attack when Victoria turned twelve years. At that time, she had graduated from the institute, where she studied to be a psychologist, and was arranged by - profession.

Victoria loved to read novels, listen to relaxing music, and watch the melodrama. She had green eyes, dark, shoulder-length hair and a slim figure. She was one of the most beautiful girls, with whom she studied in school and in college. Despite all the advantages in the nature and appearance, Victoria still has not been a guy who wanted to spend her entire life.

During her '22 it never got really been in love, she never gave flowers, and did not write romantic notes. All the young people with whom she met or stayed with her friends, or become her friends. Victoria attached great importance to even simple communication with the guys, I remember all those who with her just talked, and she was always sad when her friend got married, for someone with whom she had a nice conversation, whom watched as his second mate, whom herself would like to marry.

Those guys who liked her, always walked past her, they passed through her soul, and allowed cold drafts. Victoria had a lot of friends and acquaintances, all of them are already married, someone had children. Three friends told her about his family life, some happy, some regretted that signed. But almost all say it is one and the same, that after painting, love and a sense replaces the conventional life and stress.

Victoria often thought about this a bad word "life," she did not want her to have everything in the same way as all she wanted to live with her beloved, which will meet someday, quite differently. She wanted to love, passion and tenderness, never cooled off between her and her future husband, but it was all just a dream in her mind, because she had not yet met someone with whom would link its fate.

Victoria got out of bed, went to the window, pushed the curtain, looked at the movement of employees in the morning, this day the people and said:

- Good morning, busy people. And what you can not sleep in this wonderful summer day?

She went to the kitchen to make a sandwich and coffee, which she cooked each morning. Today, she will not have to hurry, because it was a public holiday, and also on Monday from her vacation begins. Throughout June, Victoria was absolutely free, so now it is slowly swallowing the coffee, think of how to hold these warm, work-free days.

After finishing his coffee, Victoria went to the window and looked at the sky, smiled a bright yellow sun, and decided that today will go to the beach to read another novel and a little tan.

It was only ten o'clock in the morning, but the whole promenade and the beach were busy people. In the summer months, due to the holiday-makers, there is always a lot of people. Her favorite place is also settled some young girls who were sunbathing on the loungers drinking cocktails and something talked, shooting with my own eyes, the guys in front of them.

A little on the beach, located on the Victoria as she felt alienated place where no one bothered her alone with a book. It is a bed towel, I picked up the book and began to read. Waves beat noisily on the shore, sometimes spray fell on her face, and she smiled at this. Seagulls ran on - shore, some of them fighting over a piece of bread, which threw people. Pigeons brazenly ran up directly to her feet, one of them even pecked Victoria's finger, as if begging for food. She smiled at the black-and-white dove, and said:

-No I have nothing but water, you really must excuse me. -blue, as if realizing it, flew to beg for others. Victoria has always liked to relax on the beach, away from the hustle and worries. Here, for her time, like it sank. She read into his novel, introducing all the characters, as if she is there, next to them.

She liked to watch the people around her and look at everything that surrounds it, but most of all she loved to meet and see off the sun. The sunset was especially beautiful, as if by order of the wizard, the sun for two or three minutes completely drowned in the sea, and just starting to get dark. Reading the novel she had not noticed how quickly time passed, and the sun began to sink into the sea.

People became less and less. Victoria held the sunset, but was in no hurry to leave. She fingered the stones that lay beneath it, choosing the most beautiful of them, and then throwing them into the sea. Her attention was caught by a very beautiful shell, which alone lay among the stones. She looked at her, and in her mind the idea, perhaps it would suit young people, but why she did not play with fate.

-Nuzhno Sometimes make bright touches on his black-and-white life. - Victor thought, taking a pencil from her bag. She turned to the inside of the shell itself, and wrote on it a number, name and age.

-Vdrug Luck will smile to me and my message is read the one with whom I will be then the rest of his life. - She smiled, realizing that the shell can find the old man and the child, and that in general it's a stupid idea, and the blind. Looking at the evening sea, she said,

I do not believe that it would find the guy most likely, it will lie unnoticed and before the storm, and drown you. But you never know? She took her pencil and closed the bag, and then put a small hole in the shell and threw it a few stones.

On the bank already was dark, it was a little off - Statement by the fact that it has remained almost alone. The waves of the sea splashing stronger, and it became a little cool, she decided to go to your favorite coffee shop on the seafront to order a coffee and cake. Going into the cafe, she chose a window seat.

The waitress brought the menu, appreciatively, as well as all employees of the cafe and looked at Victoria, then smiled and hurried after ordered coffee. The cafe was playing slow music, it suggests sadness. Of the ten tables in the room, only three were available.

Victoria twisted fingers white mug with coffee, and watched a young couple at the next table. They sat opposite each other, and looked with shining eyes full of love. The boy kissed the girl's hands, which gripped in the palm of his hand, whispered something to her, and smiled sweetly. Victoria thought that, perhaps, is the most wonderful time in the budding relationship, even when life is not a burden, and the habit of each other instead of love.

Coffee has already ended, and she decided to smoke. Smoking was her only bad habit. She did not understand why the smoke, but not in a hurry to throw, announcing to all your friends, as if to justify herself, be sure to throw when he finds his only. She smoked, waiting for her only, but for all that she did not want to be like everyone else. She wanted to faithfulness in relationships, children who will give birth to ten years after marriage, freedom in their actions, and for all that passionate, pure and strong love.

Reflecting almost every day on this subject, she thought, as she wants to, is extremely rare, so she decided that the best is to be one at all, and not to chase an illusion. Better to just wait for him, who will want the same thing, and if she did not meet him, it is always better to be alone than ever, many people break their lives, and to live it, not as you wish, but as it is necessary.

Victoria smoked slowly, walking in their thoughts, and suddenly her mind made his way through the pleasant male voice:

-Sorry, You have not taken?

She came back down to earth and seeing the nice guy, said

No, not busy, if you want a seat.

A young guy in a white shirt, jeans and black shoes, with joy and a smile on his face sat down across from her. He raised his hand and called the waitress. Looking at the menu, he turned to Victoria

-Can I'll treat you?

She's embarrassed.

No, you should not, I'm gone.

The boy insisted:

-Please, Make me company.