I Very Much Love You. The Truth. You

I very much love you. The truth. You do not know - at me were five years , from hospital in hospital, - such chapter in my life! From operation in operation. Well, I will write sometime (I will not tell?). Every night - in an hour as I will fall asleep, I wake up and I lie hour three-four, almost to an alarm clock call. Is not ill neither heart, nor soul (it at me - the right heart, somewhere above a stomach is). But - you lie, you are awake. Though frightens this night absence of such habitual and necessary ritual, any menacing calmness. Ridiculously to resort to tablets if I know that it such. It from understanding, Egor, and the whole month. Should live without you. I am blissfully happy in wood. Certainly, this happiness at me o you is inseparable. Though you also did not push me, but have risen on skis - because of you. Also has run on them - because of you. Awfully it would be desirable to walk on skis - with you. Though at me and not god knows what "birds". And the left sock is bandaged by a tape.