And It - Gets On In Me With

And it - gets on in me with an exulting condition: I have you (you at me are - and it is not my imagination), and I am the happiest person, and the more I open you - the more I love you, I appreciate, I respect etc. I think - if have not approached and as early as a year, both two, and five are would change nothing in mine to you the relation. Therefore that-that you have thought up for me, even most-presamoe, to me it is already terrible nothing: let will be both new, and unexpected, but I "old" in general, to my "new" am prepared. And what you the party - ":. Turned - I only feel more sharply, how I love you. My God, Egorushka, and to what I the happy person! I"restore"you from your several offers on work: on a dotted line - and happily I smile - all I will not get used in any way, and time the second year has gone! You have smiled to me on Thursday, and today - Saturday, and I all smile, and to me - so is quiet! Yes is not present, it - not exactly-smoothly, such - it is not peculiar to me.