Opposites

You always loved interim twilight, when the sun had already hid in the horizon, but the night had not yet been fully presented to the right. I prefer the early morning, when at the edge of the sky just born a red-orange indomitable, even the clouds, rays.

You like strong coffee. Especially, it's smell in the morning. I prefer to dilute it with milk to soften the bitterness that is beloved of you. You always laughed when I twist, if you propose to make a sip from your cup, and then pressed your lips to my and I still feel this bitterness.

You love to listen to the noise of water. It calms your nerves and thoughts. I prefer listen the crack of logs, devouring of fire in the fireplace.

But all this is totally opposite things! Opposite. Opposite, as we are. I realized this a long time since, but you're too tight tied me to you to can stop to think faithful.

I will never be able to love the snow you adore. I have enough white in life in my colourless hair.

We look at the world differently, love different things. And even our love to each other - is also a love in different ways. Absurdity? Yes, I agree.

The only thing, which unites us- the same position on the field.

That's all.

Try to understand. I made this move to the breakdown not because you are complete opposite of my ideals. Just, for me, is very hard to get the feel of all. I will feel the goods on my shoulders forever. The fear that if I can not adjusted to the interests of you, all will collapse. Will collapse, like a castle of sand. But, I can't... I don't know how…..

But you know, since I left, nothing has changed. I still wear this weight and try to adjust to life without you. This is difficult. So difficult, and from now in every evenings I sit by the window and watch the falling snow with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. It somehow fills the void.

But I had ruined all. I made mistakes. People need to do something to understand it. People only learn from their mistakes, but not foreigner ...

Scary. Now, I'm so afraid to come back. I am so scared that this contrast does beat off me that it becomes hard and painful to breathe.

Deep breathing, I still hold out a hand to knock at your door. But you open it, before my fingers was able to touch this piece of plywood. In your hazel eyes that I love so much appears surprise. It is quite understandable. I have never come to you by myself. Especially, if the last word was "Break up".

I say nothing, not able to say out loud what had long been aware of. I was not right.

Slowly your lips stretched in a sincere smile, and eyes begin to burn a live fire. I sighed with relief.

We do not need words. All well and clear. You know that if I came alone, it will not go away forever.

You aside, allowing me to room. Two steps, one hug, and the taste of coffee with milk on your lips...