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The way you make me feelThe essence of life - (by Fleur)
What do you think is the essence of life?
To each his own. One is looking for prestigious job, other is dreaming about wealth and fame.
My essence of life is YOU! And I'm happy to have you in my life, extremely happy! I’m awakening and I’m thinking of you, I’m working still occupied with the same sweet dreams. You are with me days and nights. I want to see you so much, I go mad in my wish to hug you and don’t let you go for long, enjoying the moment.
There is one more person on the earth who could love you no less than I do, but unfortunately he doesn’t know about your existence and probably would never do. He is your father. Yes, my tiny tot, soon you’ll come to this world, and I’ll be able to see you. You are the essence of my life…I love you! Hurry up to come! ...The last letter - (by Anonymous)
Emptiness…It frightens, believe me. But you stay indifferent and I am already sure about it. Sorry for I was in your life. Our consciousness plays queer games on us for I can remember nothing that took place before we have met…
But I keep in my memory every moment we spent together, every your word. Every day subconsciously I go back three months earlier and time and again I become seized with the feelings I rushed into carelessly. I was so anxious to give you all you were asking about. But it turned out to be just empty words. You needn’t love…Love…just a word, indeed. It is sad it is illness and else that it is impossible to live without it. Well I have to be prescribed then to a course of healing or die.
I know you say “think about yourself”. But I can’t…I get up thinking of you and go asleep with the same thought… Hallucination? May be but WHY now, when everything is so troublesome in my life!?
I have to start my life with a blank page, I know…but I’m failed to do so. This repeats again and again and I don’t know what to do, I’m so tired and exhausted. I strongly wish to be with you and make you happy, oh, dreams, dreams…I wish little plump feet were running about our house, a little copy of you, dear… but I let you go and I LOVE… ... -
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