Half-measure does not happen. So what is it? Fear of letting me into your heart or a persistent distrust of female friendship? You do not know.

I understand you. I believe that it is. You are afraid. You are afraid to be deceived and withdraw completely. You want to love so much, and you are just as afraid to open your heart. Sometimes it rages passion, and often it is cold as ice. What is it? Do you think that love is when you are ready to go to the ends of the world and do anything for the sake of man? Insanely jealous and worried, even when this person next to you?

Has it ever occurred to you that love is different? Sometimes it is charming, beautiful, and sometimes painfully cruel: Have you thought about it?

You are afraid. Afraid of that feeling again. You do not believe me. Once upon a time a wise man said: "Feelings do not lie - deceive judgment." Maybe you should look into your heart? Look around every corner, wander around in each, hidden from the surrounding maze. It won't be easier for you, I guess. Most likely, memories will sweep over. Sad and pleasant, affectionate and passionate, holding down and vice versa, forcing you to relax. All this will be. Help yourself, try to live for today. Let your beautiful legs do not turn on the old paths. Pliis, do not try on me old clothes ex-girlfriends. We are all different. You can not judge the same. Do you believe me? Yes? Not? Do you trust? Hardly.

I tell you hundreds and thousands of times. Believe me.

Millions of times I ask you to be me.

Kneeling begging: Let go

It seems I knock on the closed door.

Baby, please, let today be for you just now; not yesterday and not tomorrow. Let everyone around smiling only to you. Laugh loudly if you have something amused. Immerse yourself if memories flooded.

Sing me a song for the night, I never heard it.

Tell me what life is. Maybe I will become more comfortable? Show me love: I know her so little.

Be yourself. Do not change who would not want it. Be sincere, gentle, moderately bitchy girl. Let everything remain as it is.

You are the one you want to be. Jealous and sometimes hot-tempered, passionate and tender, able to love and hate. You are you. And let them love you for what you are.