Certainly, the majority of people dream of perfect love which combines all three components. But cases when for perfect love people accept blind passion which differs that in it there is no original affinity are frequent. And also quite often happens that for years of a joint life the passionate love dies away, and on its place the love-association, different presence of components of affinity and the obligation comes. Negative feelings, especially anger are very dangerous to affinity between loving people and irritation which destroy love. The fear to be rejected also interferes with affinity, especially when it pushes to aspiration to please the one whom you love, to become it necessary, and at all aspiration to realise the internal requirements. Traditional ways of courting also can interfere with affinity if they are deprived a sincere exchange of feelings, and instead are limited to one rituals. Some opposite extreme measures can be even more destroying: the casual sexual relations, the thought over love game, rough frankness and affected coldness.
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Love it is sick, Love it is difficult, With it you are a beggar, you are a tsar… All is possible. The love is is sweet, Love it is bitter, the Love is much, and it is not enough… But how many? The love is a captivity, it is freedom symbol, the Love is a dream, this feeling of alarm, Love is a lady fire ubiquitous, the Love is a whisper, call of a storm roaring, the Love is an instant, the Love is an eternity, Love are shouts blind carelessness, Love are hands, and caress, and слезы:Любовь it is torments, both lips, and dreams….
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Love such unpredictable. Also it would be desirable to love. After all this feeling perfectly in itself. And at the same time so it is heavy, without the answer from (its) its party. The love is fine, when it is mutual. Instead of when love to the heartache, ready to offer everything, including the life, to choke without its presence. To thirst its sight, a touch… And to see that it too love, but not you…
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beginning from love to the person and
stopping to read or embroider with love. But whether knows though one person
at least a little about a full and true word meaning “love” when
loves not only heart, and each section, each molecule of your body when all
around loses meaning and gets a monotonous shade that the one whom you
idolise, did not merge together with diversity of week-days, such at times the
severe? When you think of the person every second, at all without suspecting
about it when leaving it for an instant, apparently, that have lived the whole
life without it: boring and empty? Love.
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Sometimes I very strongly feel love, very much I worry sincere and very
plausibly I cry, and sometimes I laugh at myself with genuine sarcasm and I
refuse to accept myself another? Itself weak. But with it I am not afraid to
be weak, I wish to be that in his hands, I wish to belong to it, I wish to
grow together with it each part of the body and to become uniform and never to
leave even on a second, because second? It is time part, and time? It is
eternity, and to leave on eternity like death? But I do not want to die!
Without him.