Ralf

How I can be?

All the days become wonderful when you don't fight... I am
what I am. The perspective is wonderful... but go on.

I can't concentrate. The thoughts going around and the
heartburns from the internal flame... the fever of love...
but now... is ashes.

Last weekend I met a wonderful girl via another diary of
mine. Every girl in love looks beautiful. We wrote love
letters. But do you know how it is if somebody tells you...
all what I have done in my life is senseless. How much
pessimisms exist for the girl. My heart reduces to ashes for
her.

How I can recover?

Have a day of love!
Ralf