But - It Is Not Disturbing. And Still

But - it is not disturbing. And still you know, what? Here you have somehow told: "God willing". And it after all, actually, to me very much even is kind. After all has pushed me - to you! Where it is more! I love you. You do not think, I have not got used to that - I love you, I feel it constantly, physically - and as myself, and - is concrete heart, and - which I feel as absolutely perceived, not as spirit. Otherwise, whence constant sensation of this " ", wounds - through. That has changed, so it is more rare now an enthusiastic condition when - will overflow shrill happiness from understanding: I love you. Happens, as I smile, and somewhere in the street I repeat to you, - about it. What to tell - that? At me habitual gesture: the right hand - forward and hardly upwards - to touch your cheek. It still all right. And these days I feel all time, how your heart because you - near, and your breast absolutely - absolutely densely nestles on mine fights. As it is sick! As it is sweet! I very much love you.