Good day to all!
I do not know how to apologize for writing posts so rarely ...
The last month of autumn, all ready to fall into the winter mode of energy storage. And as sometimes happens, remember with a dreamy smile and a hot cup of coffee, tea, something good happened to them this summer and autumn. And sometimes about love...
I do not know how to apologize for writing posts so rarely ...
The last month of autumn, all ready to fall into the winter mode of energy storage. And as sometimes happens, remember with a dreamy smile and a hot cup of coffee, tea, something good happened to them this summer and autumn. And sometimes about love...
My memories also resulted in these lines.
You smile to me.
You're looking right at me with your dark brown eyes, which danced in the depths of fun devils, and smile. As if any minute you say something really funny. Or make fun of me. I am wildly inflate about this, I did not like it when you laugh at me. Let u be harmless. But just now I realized that the way you revived me, showed me again the diversity of life.
I remember the very first moment when i saw you. You were in a black business suit and white shirt, a shrill, sharply contrasting with the tanned neck. Did you talk to a girl. As it turned out one of your ex. And I knew immediately that you will not be easy. If anything, to be ...
Do you remember our first visit to the restaurant - our first "out into the light"? I've never been so incinerate look like in the evening. And that is that evening I found myself on the news: it turns out, I'm incredibly jealous. Previously, I was practically the indifferent as when my boys were flirting, but then I wanted to jump up and unscrew the head of all female individuals that lay in their dishes. And pour all the contents of glasses of their satellites - that those left without a drink, better looked after for their ladies.
I remember how you taught me how to drive. How do you patiently showed me the tricks of parking in tight spaces, dropping me behind the wheel of your car. You slowly explained to me what part of the rear window should look, moving backwards, and calmly leveled the steering wheel, if I desperately nervous, its twist.
Do you remember how we sailed the boat for a ride and I desperately burned in the sun? I do not think that early in the morning you can get burnt. The rising sun of silver in small white lamb waves, the cool morning breeze. And your strong hands, confidently behind the wheel.
I remember when you taught me how to choose wine. Slowly sip a delicious drink small sips, to scrutinize the bottle, bottom, color. And I, a diligent student, got drunk, and in the morning you treated me strong fresh coffee, and I frowned and hid my eyes shyly.
You smile to me ...
I miss our endless conversations in the evenings, your wise counsel and sparkling jokes, your hypnotic charisma and strong arms.
You smile to me, and rays of your smile warms me ...
You smile to me ... With glossy photo paper.
You're looking right at me with your dark brown eyes, which danced in the depths of fun devils, and smile. As if any minute you say something really funny. Or make fun of me. I am wildly inflate about this, I did not like it when you laugh at me. Let u be harmless. But just now I realized that the way you revived me, showed me again the diversity of life.
I remember the very first moment when i saw you. You were in a black business suit and white shirt, a shrill, sharply contrasting with the tanned neck. Did you talk to a girl. As it turned out one of your ex. And I knew immediately that you will not be easy. If anything, to be ...
Do you remember our first visit to the restaurant - our first "out into the light"? I've never been so incinerate look like in the evening. And that is that evening I found myself on the news: it turns out, I'm incredibly jealous. Previously, I was practically the indifferent as when my boys were flirting, but then I wanted to jump up and unscrew the head of all female individuals that lay in their dishes. And pour all the contents of glasses of their satellites - that those left without a drink, better looked after for their ladies.
I remember how you taught me how to drive. How do you patiently showed me the tricks of parking in tight spaces, dropping me behind the wheel of your car. You slowly explained to me what part of the rear window should look, moving backwards, and calmly leveled the steering wheel, if I desperately nervous, its twist.
Do you remember how we sailed the boat for a ride and I desperately burned in the sun? I do not think that early in the morning you can get burnt. The rising sun of silver in small white lamb waves, the cool morning breeze. And your strong hands, confidently behind the wheel.
I remember when you taught me how to choose wine. Slowly sip a delicious drink small sips, to scrutinize the bottle, bottom, color. And I, a diligent student, got drunk, and in the morning you treated me strong fresh coffee, and I frowned and hid my eyes shyly.
You smile to me ...
I miss our endless conversations in the evenings, your wise counsel and sparkling jokes, your hypnotic charisma and strong arms.
You smile to me, and rays of your smile warms me ...
You smile to me ... With glossy photo paper.
Ты улыбаешься мне.
Ты смотришь прямо на меня своими темно-карими глазами, в глубине которых пляшут забавные бесята, и улыбаешься. Словно с минуты на минуту ты скажешь что-то очень смешное. Или подшутишь надо мной. Я дико взвинчивалась по этому поводу, я не любила, когда ты надо мной смеялся. Пусть и безобидно. Но только сейчас я поняла, что таким образом ты возродил меня, показал мне снова разнообразие жизни.
Я помню тот самый первый момент, когда тебя увидела. Ты был в черном деловом костюме и пронзительно белой рубашке, резко контрастирующей с загорелой шеей. Ты разговаривал с какой-то девушкой. Как потом оказалось, одной из твоих бывших. И я сразу поняла, что с тобой будет нелегко. Если вообще что-то будет...
Ты помнишь наше первое посещение ресторана - наш первый "выход в свет"? Меня никогда так не испепеляли взглядом, как в том вечер. И именно в тот вечер я узнала о себе новость: оказывается, я невероятно ревнивая. Раньше мне было практически все равно, когда мои парни флиртовали, а тогда мне хотелось вскочить и вывернуть на голову всем особям женского пола то, что лежало у них на блюдах. И залить все это содержимым бокалов их спутников - чтобы те, оставшись без любимого напитка, получше приглядывали за своими дамами.
Я помню, как ты учил меня водить машину. Как ты терпеливо показывал мне хитрости парковки в узком пространстве, пустив меня за руль твоей дорогущей машины. Ты неторопливо объяснял мне, на какую часть заднего стекла следует смотреть, двигаясь задним ходом, и спокойно выравнивал руль, если я, отчаянно нервничая, его перекручивала.
Ты помнишь, как мы поплыли на катере на прогулку и я отчаянно обгорела на солнце? Я не думала, что ранним утром можно обгореть. Восходящее солнце серебрится в маленьких белых барашках волн, прохладный утренний бриз. И твои сильные руки, уверенно лежащие на руле.
Я помню, как ты учил меня выбирать вина. Медленно потягивать маленькими глоточками восхитительный напиток, внимательно изучать бутылку, донышко, цвет. И я, прилежная ученица, напилась, а на утро ты лечил меня крепким ароматным кофе, а я морщилась и стыдливо прятала глаза.
Ты улыбаешься мне...
Мне не хватает наших бесконечных бесед по вечерам, твоих мудрых советов и искрометных шуток, твоего гипнотического обаяния и надежных объятий.
Ты улыбаешься мне, и лучики твоей улыбки согревают меня...
Ты улыбаешься мне... С глянцевой фотобумаги.
