“- We still have everything ahead with you ... and I will give you this star, for with the imperishable light it will illuminate our path leading to infinity.

“But it will be only tomorrow, and tomorrow will never come, because flowers, like real feelings, live only when there is light and heat, and at night it’s too cold on our little planet,” Rosa said.

“But I’ll cover you with a paper cap and you won’t be cold at night,” replied the Little Prince.

- Oh, if you could cover my feelings with such a cap ...

... and Rosa withered. "

Antoine de Saint Exupery

“I was 15, he was 35, and it seemed we were both crazy.

He was ... strong, courageous, handsome and courageous, and what a real man should be. Fearless and insubordinate, and this attracted me. The main thing ... he was mine

And everything probably would have ended on this, had it not happened to her to understand that this was fate. Yes, however, it was difficult not to fall in love with him.

Frankly, I understand her perfectly. And she, in turn, understood the complete doom and hopelessness of the situation. They were too different to be together. Love overgrown in pain, call, intuition. So it is impossible to love a man, so love only God.

Life did not stand still, the environment changed, new people appeared who were not indifferent to it, there were meetings, romances, stormy partings. Years came, her views changed in many ways. She almost forgot, stopped thinking about him. And at that moment he reappeared. All attempts to forget him have fallen to dust. Still, embers are always hotter than fire. She again fell in love with even greater force and no longer wanted to abandon him. As then, it is something all-consuming, mania, fanaticism, nonsense ... He again became a light, a symbol, a star and a fatal inevitability. But this time there was another drama. "I would give a lot to spend at least one evening with him." This wish came true. And how could it be otherwise, because if you love ... just one glance is enough.

Pass without raising your eyes,

Pass, leaving light traces,

Pass at least once

On the edge of your fate.

He was flattered by the depth and sincerity of the young lady's feelings. He was glad to her (in his bed). He generally loved women. Moreover, he was a gentleman. In the end, why not? The freshness of youth and the increased interest in his own person impressed him. She herself liked him. And if they feel good together ... Love does not tolerate failure. He accepted it as a gift.

Let it be at least once. After all, this is the meaning of life: to get who you breathe, who you live ... even if only once and for a while. Love does not tolerate delay, you should not save yourself for something else. Fate does not give a second chance, and if it does, it will painfully remind you of a lost first.

A whole night, just a night: flowers, champagne and tears, and “old songs” are about the main thing. He knew how important for her, and was on top. Inaccessible. Just a night. For the purpose of a direct hit, she will cut off her fate. leaving nothing, not even grass on the grave, not even a stone slab. Everything will turn into eternity and eternal memory that the rain will wash away.

... And she did not fit in my head, how could he so deceive her. “He knew that I loved him.” If he deceived the very-most, then what should we expect from others? Why did he say something he did not believe in? Why did he give hope that he was not going to justify? A man of dreams, stupidly and senselessly playing with her ... He left her life this time forever, leaving only a scar on his heart and hope. The hope that all this is a ridiculous mistake, that he could not so easily throw her, that he would return it. Hope, which every day became less and less ...

And in his thoughts he didn’t have anyone to deceive. He did not hide, did not swear and did not promise. He gave her an unforgettable night. She was happy with him. What else can you dream? Everything proceeded in the usual rhythm, with time-grafted habits and rules. He answered calls coldly or did not pick up the phone at all.And only through a dream, listening to other people's voices on the street and the sound of autumn rain on the roof and fallen leaves, I probably understood that it was “the last” love, for which there was no longer any strength ...