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We are all brought up on fairy tales.
At the anticipation that everything in the end will be good - lovers find each other, and good by a large margin defeat evil. In his youth, the soul lives constantly feeling that is about to happen something extraordinary, exciting, something that at once will change your whole life.
Naturally, the better. Alas,
with years of romanticism is completely dissipated, and common sense will prevail entirely
. That's when everything in our lives, we begin to consider in the light of more or less cynicism. We do not believe that with the arrival of love in our lives all the problems disappear and we obretёm happiness and harmony.
We have long taken off rose-colored glasses and look at the man, clearly seeing all his faults. Balding head droops, and not yet the stomach and belly, slowly but surely lubricated former beauty. But the self-confidence of a man with over the years, by contrast, is growing by leaps and bounds. It periodically tries to tell you stories about how to look at him in the street passing by a woman, or as a "drop" him on the entire female half of the team.
You have not believe in these stories, because you will not take a long time for such a cheap bluff ... And he often likes to say that he alone (it's time to canonize) able to endure all your whims. And no other man will not do. The husband, in general, does much to lower the self-esteem over the years of his wife.
For it to suddenly imagines that her husband is not worthy, and went in search of the next Prince. And he always says that you need to lose weight (or getting fat), pointing to a picture of you 5 or 10 years ago. Again - to take something to his wife and did not allow her to even think about "some sort of nonsense," some kind of love.
- Is 50 years of age may be love? - Often repeats the husband of one of my friend.
In this phrase, we always look at each other with it. And in his eyes read: not only can, but should be!
Of course, life without love is "fed up" and calm. No more storms, hurricanes, earthquakes and floods. Full tan and calm, quiet breathing and accurate nesbivchivy schedule, constant lack of sleep and the truth, the whole truth. Everything is smooth and beautiful, symmetrical and calibrated years.
Outwardly, this may not be seen (especially during the years of marriage you have mastered the art of concealing from each other their true feelings), but inside you always something aches. It sharpens the feeling that everything you do is insignificant, useless and unnecessary. And if it is necessary, not enough to dedicate this one-third of his life.
Take, for example, tea. Tea, of course, useful and invigorating drink. But if the company in which you work, or import packs up tea, this drink do almost "living water" and reproachful look at you when you were instead a corporate Napo brew your favorite Italian coffee.
- Tea healthier coffee - you constantly repeat colleagues. About tea here know as much as is really not need to know anyone.
Middle managers are not tired every day to talk about whole generations Taster (professionals who mixed teas), admire each new type of beverage. Of course, this part of the corporate culture. And the head of the company shows an example of his subordinates, arranging his son-student scandal because he bought a pack of "enemy" of tea, because I wanted to try "something new."
A younger son brings in this spirit that he, as a party, refused to drink some tea, tea than "H". And if you think about it: What's the best tea? Just a drink. The product, which is not worth it to pay him much attention.
Yes ... People are willing to take anything themselves, but would not "hammer head with all sorts of nonsense" type of love. Do not think, do not remember those days and nights, which are now so vaguely remember. Not because it was a long time or is not important. And because you are then not really aware of what's happening to you.
In this it was impossible to believe, as it is impossible to believe in a fairy tale. After all, believing the time, you will be willing to return with all his heart into it again. And suffer, knowing that it is impossible.
But I do take themselves and come up falling in love. In love with a handsome tall man in a suit from our office. And everything will be the way to school. Then I, 8 klassnitsa, ran to schedule and watched in which the office of the 11 "B" (where he studied) to be a lesson, and then took his arm a girlfriend, and we are defiled by this very office, loudly laughing and flashing eyes.
... You never know what kind of occasion you can think of to go in his department?
- You fool, why do you want romance at work? - Ask unromantic relationship.
Does not understand. It's not a novel in the true sense of the word. It's just a breath of fresh air, which I will enjoy as long as my life will not come back a lot of love. In the meantime, I'll just look at it and admire.
I will be glad because he is there. And not somewhere far away, but here, in the office of our company - so beautiful and peaceful. From time to time his warm eyes will caress my uncombed locks (others I do not wear). And when he again looked at my enthusiastic view, he asks, "What happened? "I did not answer.
Just smile and sparkling eyes. After all, nothing can take place only from the outside. And inside, in your heart, peace and quiet means only sensual death. To admit that I can not.
Because I can not, can not and do not want to live without passion, without fire, no hurricane, no earthquake ... After all, I myself - a natural disaster ...
I have no love, but I invented it myself. I try and think a story coined by Prince. And I will live much easier. Because if I do not like, I do not live ...
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