Each of us loved at least once in life and not even one, and if someone did not like, it's a pity, because this is a wonderful feeling. I'm not an exception. I loved. Liked so that it was impossible to measure this love, eternal fire in the chest, a high flight and a sense of sweetness. When you want to run one call, when you feel every sigh and feel the warmth, even at a distance ... this love eats us, without knowing it .. there is jealousy, anger, we stop hearing .. something is clouding our mind and disables the opinion of other people. Everything becomes unimportant. Not so .. only just an object, a loved one, who wants to warm up .. and just one glance to understand everything.
I loved it like this.

NIKKY