The impossible love is much more beautiful, it's a tender, folded wing. It's a violet and happy night, something that has never been.
The impossible love does not know betrayal. You love him and he loves you. The impossible love is always great and enwrapped in bright pink crape.
There aren't any bitter and black mornings, There aren't evenings with a taste of wrath. There is only truth and all the lies are true, The impossible man is an alloy of gold.
And thanks god that it's impossible - the impossible love, so that the god blessed love could be at least a bit possible.
Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path.
No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded.
Other people think exactly the opposite: they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything.
Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it - which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?
People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you'll keep it forever. That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why i will never lose you.
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