Лучшее произведение искусства природы - это я...
I want to scream and cry at the same time. It feels as if time had stopped. I watched him with a happy smile on my lips, until he disappeared from sight. And then filled hearts longing. As if I did something wrong. As if it was necessary to not let go.
I find it hard to imagine that I will not see this sincere and affectionate smile another long two weeks. If not more.
In columns one and the same song. Over and over again. Perhaps only the words of this song just may at least partly to reassure me. I close my eyes and I see his face. It's hard. Why? I find it hard to realize that looking at those green eyes, I feel happy. And now the heart stops every time I see a blond hair among the dark, standing waiting for a meeting with him.
Will I be able to get away, so time is no longer standing still? To re-look at his eyes and a happy laugh?
Everything will be okay ... Everything will be alright...
I believe in it. And I believe that very soon I will see him again.
I find it hard to imagine that I will not see this sincere and affectionate smile another long two weeks. If not more.
In columns one and the same song. Over and over again. Perhaps only the words of this song just may at least partly to reassure me. I close my eyes and I see his face. It's hard. Why? I find it hard to realize that looking at those green eyes, I feel happy. And now the heart stops every time I see a blond hair among the dark, standing waiting for a meeting with him.
Will I be able to get away, so time is no longer standing still? To re-look at his eyes and a happy laugh?
Everything will be okay ... Everything will be alright...
I believe in it. And I believe that very soon I will see him again.