Narcissus

Narcissus

Love - Eternal love, especially for men and women who don't know how wonderful it is. About two-thirds of the world's literature is about love. The same goes for the diversity of love. Love, reunion, estrangement, alienation, violent or blunt, fragrant, platonic. Dante becomes anxious after seeing a teenager at a wedding. He never saw the girl again, he didn't even know her name and identity, but he wrote a Divine Comedy about her and is still alive today. The venerable Beatrice also survived. Devda Sarattabo is one way, Dutta is another. The variety of love makes it expensive. Our blog is decorated with these different best love stories.

No, I didn't find champagne. Wanted to get all the unbearable votes for me; but today I have to express myself with all these words. The truth may be that this is how everyone descends from his minaret to the plane, one by one. Probably, I do not believe what these words mean, not only desire and gain; but since I have to use all these words today, the meanings of all these words are not entirely useless to me today. A few years ago, just a few days ago, I met Chamberlain. But chamba was my first love, maybe my last.

If I could fall in love over and over again like my dearest acquaintance - no - rules, I might live. But because God writes on his forehead differently, every age writes a new story on it. A story has been rewritten. My first meeting with him was at a wedding in the corner at night. That night, that house—dream night, dream house. My eyes found the other two there, so indescribably big that I couldn't sleep day and night.

I am also committed to discovering the other two eyes, like miracle pearls in the eye of an oyster. I know my body and my mind. Dargah, the red canopy, red, blue and green fruit-like bulbs are within the tree in this wedding arrangement; to some, the green grove, bee talk and humour may seem like a backdrop. The good news of the reunion is written in the context of marriage. This is the identity of the day. Against the backdrop of this identity, the night begins to shine.

Junyi sat on his chest and dug, as if the water of the seven seas in his chest was trembling at a glance, and a few words poured down like raindrops in gray text. Around me, around both of us. Gradually, only two people in the crowd seemed to wake up, and everyone seemed to be moving away from their surroundings. Then we met again two days later. I'll talk to you soon. Champa stood smiling inside me, and I wanted to escape her eyes—the ones that caught me. I'm happy to be caught. He not only hugged her, but also picked her up. My grey days are bright.

Those heartbreaking eyes, that smile rippling in the sea, piercing like an arrow, Ashwin's words fell like raindrops. A flute sounded from the bottom of my heart, all the way to the horizon. Such wonderful joy keeps me awake at night. So happy, I cried. I cried and I know why I cried. I cried with joy. When I came into this world, I overcame a moment in the torrent of grief. A few days have passed, and Chambers and I have only known each other for a few days.

It's worth noting here that my knowledge of Chambers never quite reached the level of reality. In my actions, my attitude towards him may have been more explicit. But even if Lucona had nothing to do with shampooing, he wouldn't let himself be overwhelmed by any emotion.

There are rules but the word "rules" does not fit here, and the word "rules" does not apply but has spaces for convenience. Sometimes he seemed close and familiar; other times she seemed like a complete stranger to me. In fact, I was so busy with myself that I didn't even think about it. I don't remember until I was shocked. Suddenly one day, I heard the news of Shambhal's marriage.

The lights seemed to turn dark gray in an instant, as if someone had extinguished all the chandeliers. The pain of the knife piercing the body was a hundred times stronger than the pain. At first I thought Champa cheated me. It turned out later that he didn't have a deal with Chambers and that he shouldn't marry anyone but me. Even our love was never expressed. As far as I'm concerned, it goes without saying, but does Champa really like me? Love and love one? So what are you doing wrong?

But I never thought of myself as the true face of heaven.

Now I can see myself so cold and emotional, and even so, there is a secret sweetness in Shampar Hasi-Chauni's words. But what's sweeter now? Now all the sweetness has turned into bitterness. No, I realize day by day that Madhuri still has some problems. When I suddenly emerged from the darkness with a large light, I was lost - as if my eyes were dazzling. But I say who and who is dark; who decides what is light and what is darkness? At least I didn't get off without explaining myself first. See Chambers again.

Is it the same as before? That Mahene smile, Mahene's sarcasm, Mahene's words. I confuse everything and everything I do sucks. But deep down, I'm glad Champa hasn't changed. My heart tells Champa it will always be this way. For me, Champa makes me happy forever. Again, Champa was not directly asked about my situation. Later, if any remorse came to my mind, it was as if I could understand it through shampoo; I wouldn't get the answer directly from Chambers. After Ara, I was afraid to ask Champa any questions, and if I had to hear a heartbreaking answer, the question would be a mystery whose sweetness would never end.

Shambha was no longer asked that question, and he hadn't even thought to do it. One day after Shambhal got married, she went to her new home. She meant her husband, their husband. Lovely secluded bungalow by the lake. There are shadows on the calm water. Not bad that afternoon. There is no wound in my heart. I went to Chamberlain with a cool and clear head. The champa may look a little different on the body or in the adornment of the sari jewelry, but overall, it doesn't look any different. Laughter, eyes, dialogue, as simple as always, as clear as always.

Feeling a little sloppy even though I'm smart? Chamberlain's husband, in a jacket and leggings, laughed "hahaha". She is in good health, good looks, well dressed and well behaved, and in my opinion she is not lacking at all. Join this wonderful house, beautiful wife, well done. In my opinion, everyone in the world is lucky. I don't understand why he said to one he got one and he didn't understand the other. I saw that he got everything and nothing.

Chamberlain's husband smiled and said, you are all masters, endless entertainment, six months off a year, look at our Adesta - it doesn't matter, but I said Chamberlain's husband is an engineer. We sat on the butterfly-shaped reed chairs on the green grass. In the foreground is a rattan table in the shape of a butterfly. The champion is pouring tea from the spout. Her right earring shone like a star of the era. Happy with her face, happy with her hair, happy with her clothes. There are flowers everywhere and flowers are blooming. The dream of Baise blooms. Champa, Champa's husband is fickle.

Get out of the chair repeatedly. Go home and go to the balcony. Once, Champa brought Champa a movie magazine, and Toby saw one of his pictures and turned it over. Shambha's husband suddenly stood up, tore off a drop of blood, and placed it on the table. I woke up when the blood mixed in the dark. After a while, the hospitality of Schuber's husband to me disappeared. Perhaps this is the law of nature. Champau sat down to talk to Champa, who was knitting, weeping deeply, watching the top of the pieces I had placed so carefully on Future's chest. At that time, when I heard the sound of his car outside, it throbbed in my chest.

He came, and Champa's husband entered the house, raised his boots, and said, "When did you come in?" I said vaguely, yes. Suddenly, his tone changed. mood? I was shocked and didn't find the answer. He shouted: "Do you understand? Go and promise? Go, get out now, never see you in this house again, go, get out now." - I bowed my head and left. I couldn't help looking at Chamberlain's expressionless face, knitting silently.

I forcibly forgot the champagne. I forgot, Allah woke up. Chamberlain's face was engraved on everything around me. No matter where you look, he's standing there. All shampoos refer to the shampoo in the corner. That night, I stood there unknowingly. Behind the Shambah house. Millions of stars are burning in the bright sky. There is no wind. In the lake, Shambard's quiet house was burning. Everything is like a still image. There is no sound anywhere. The light of silence fell in the sky. Chamba house glowing in icy lake water.

There is no lake anywhere. The air is like a quiet child sleeping on the roof somewhere. I am standing by a quiet lake. I'm down. The icy water I was very careful with the groundwater and didn't make any waves so that the chambada house wouldn't collapse in the lake water. Then I dived. I lurched and slammed into the door of an underwater cabin. open the door. Shambha sits. nobody else. I found Champa. I know the way to Chamberlain. Now I don't care. This is how I get it over and over