lettres from another time

A red pale sprig from "Passiflora incarnata"

After he kissed her on the lips slowly, wiped her redness from his lips, and left, I heard her talking to Abigail and she said, “This is my lover. I know he is not as beautiful, but he is the only man who has always stood by my side. He loved me even when I did not return his feelings of love.” It took me more than months to decide to give him a chance, he deserved a chance wasn't he Of course he deserves a chance, Abigail told her while laughing Mary Brooks was smiling as she said, “Of course, nothing can compare with a person’s personality. In the end, it is what we grow old with, and all that matters is that I am attracted to the mentality of individuals, not their faces.” She was lying, why did she choose this strong young man with an athletic body if she didn't care about his appearance? Why did you reject him for so many months? She wanted to have everything, but she only got this young man, and with that, she compromised and put her ego aside. She was tired of long loneliness. That's why she decided to give him a chance. In order to fill her void, not because he deserved a chance That young man was really patient, because he waited for her. He was humiliated for months because she rejected him. He was strong to bear the rejection and go astray. I am a man, after the first rejection from a woman, I cannot go astray. With all my defeat, I would like to be victorious. I never give another chance, and I'm truly shocked at how these men can wait so long. A love like this that they get makes them people who have no meaning in love itself. They are hostages, they are dual characters, they are just a flop, they are a small, passing dot in the hearts of these women. If a woman rejects you for months while you are trying With her, around her, and her rejecting you, I am a man who, by my absence, causes noise in the hearts of women, because I respect the distances of love, the distances of rejection, and the distances of withdrawal as well

While he will keep trying to be good, you will try to be decent, you will keep trying forever in her arms and in her bed to be the right man, and you will only gain the honor of trying. You will be nothing because you were nothing from the beginning, and I know very well that a woman’s heart does not wait for a suitable man. Women love in a hurry, and desire us in a hurry. The woman who waits for you and keeps you away, she just does not want you. It is not a matter of shame. When a woman wants you, she will turn from a saint and nun to a prostitute, to a woman who wanders at night in the scary streets just to be seen. Your face, she is ready to do anything just because she fell in love with you, That's why she didn't love him, but she was familiar with his face, his smell, and his body, and she was familiar with the attention he gave her. He was a patient man, and a woman can never, no matter how much she insists on rejection, reject a man who is patient with her foolishness. She would give him a chance in the end because he would give her nothing but him, and this would make me miserable because it would make it easy for her to choose me because she was with a man she was not convinced enough of. This would have made the war of love a small battle, and I wanted a lot of chaos and long battles, because she did not care about him. Reaching her love, rather, I was concerned with the difficulty of the road, and the difficulty of thinking about her. The journey was my goal, and I did not want anything other than the journey. I was looking for an interesting adventure, not sex. And it seems to me that in the end I won't just want the hardship of the journey, I won't care to fight our battles because in the end I will want you, Mary Brooks. You are my victory, which will never happen

I suffered from long-term insomnia, but I soon found the solution. I used to turn long sleepless nights into dates with her. I would visit cafes and restaurants in my imagination with her, dance with her, and make love to her surreptitiously under the withered trees of the garden. I would transform from a depressed old man during the day into a man full of enthusiasm. night, From a lonely old man imprisoned, to a free young man The magic of love was happening between the margins of the long, heartbreaking day and the lines of the short, dark night There was no one to wait for me or cheer me up, so I was waiting for myself and cheering myself up, reassured now, because I am confident that wherever I go, my own pleasures will accompany me, and then the whole world will join me. Thus I was saved from loneliness always and forever. And just as I knew that if I did not want love from others, I must wait for their love towards me as well. The freedom of love is what makes it full of passion and eternal. Otherwise, it would be hideous and imprisoning. Love is free, free, free, and this is not an illusion. It is an art to also wait from You love to live these delights until he comes, And many days when I imagined that I could have a chance with her too, I felt my heart aching, falling down, and it was digesting inside my stomach as well.