3 Men, They're the Best Friends.

I've mixed up too much in my head. I have not forgotten how to feel, and I have not learned to think. And what to think about when in this life nothing is clear, the basis of desires, and not a step to their implementation. I would have fought with it, but not today. And today I continually send one SMS to a couple of addresses, the third one simply does not know. Maybe you should put them in a circle, let them know the truth! For someone, joy, for someone news, and for someone else pain - my mixed feelings! And you would have to take three of you out of my life with a leaf! But I do not arbitrarily miss it, and I will probably pay for these confused thoughts, from these hard to terrible everyday things in my head. It is impossible to dream, even in the dreams of a contradiction, but it will be easier to talk with the years. Years brought only the need for a refusal from the sweet, weak heart and the "first pain of adult happiness." Memory is what's left of childhood, something pure, young, fresh. Talk about the future is not allowed. The glory in the taxi will change into something tender, vulgar, his apartment, with him a beautiful sex, followed by a note you were gorgeous and heart, he is in the kitchen, you are out the door. In the evening, sms to his best friend "Good night, soldier, come back!", But the night will dream the same one that has not been with us for a long time, to find, to return, but he, renouncing his friends, is looking for happiness far from his previous places! Walking along the embankment, you remember your eyes, your hair and understand that you do not want to do anything. Your dreams of 40 kg on the scales and, maybe, that one of them, after learning everything, asked to stay.