Whimsical the Life!

The sacrifice of love. Hey, this is easy to pronounce. Later I found that a poorly conceived, inappropriate demands required to kill me more to life than the base of the car and lung cancer combined. People are killing each other with love, like some invisible jet. You want more love, all tenderness to theirs, just theirs. The overall feeling of want, they want to suck the life forces in their environment, the plants are thirsty eagerness with which the area zsombékjaiból mercilessly drained and filled prescription of any strength, moisture, odor, beam. Great love is selfishness. I do not know whether many people living who can bear it without fatal damage to the terror of love? Look around, look in the windows of homes, look at your eyes, listen to their complaints, and find you the same high voltage desperate.