You were promised to me

"This is me. To hide and lie that this is just an image, funny. Put into this story a difficult period of his life when time took me from me. Talking about the loss hurts. It is better to write about her. I tried, and I myself did not notice how I grew out of it.

It is impossible to reject the beauty of the world again without losing something important. The voids of bottomless ravines remain in the place of lost. And trying to fill them out, you begin to value life more strongly.

Let our losses be a test for us, but not torture. ”

Your Safarley