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Hello!!
- Hello!
- How are you?
- OK.
- You know, I called to tell, that I love you …I LOVE YOU.
- You are late, there is no me already.
One more story about one more love only past … i often have this dream. He, tall and stately, goes to my entrance, and I look through a window and wait, when the long-awaited bell at a door will ring out. It was a long time ago. This person was simple and complex in the same time, I could love him and hate, only there was no only indifference. Even now seeing him occasionally and from apart, I feel vague feeling of confusion in the head.
When this person was near, all problems seemed petty when there was no him - these problems became huge … He was not an ideal, but I learnt all universe through a prism of his attitude.
Now I have matured, became cynical, and even with surprise look at such in love girls, but inside my heart as though all is compressed. It was with me, but it will never be more. Rose-colored glasses are taken off.
Sometimes he calls and tells, that still loves me, but more often simply hang up the receiver. Sometimes he comes, does only one short bell at a door and leaves, not having waited that it will be opened. During this moment my heart beats crazily, I understand, that it is he and if I open, probably, I'll make the greatest nonsense in my life.
Whether I love him? Perhaps, no. Much water has flowed under the bridges. My ideas, opinions, vital positions have changed. But he remained the same guy …
But why then my heart beats so...? When I become free???
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