For the sake of a love

Women twenty-seven years old ... His heart , snow white cold abandoned to
but these are either still warm stubbornness . Thoughts of life increasingly seer
walking around in bright dreams true seer in heavy breathing
breath .. sable brush in hand , the history of Jot today
tints endlessly . Colors wiggle , wiggle , children in
Did the misted eyes look naughty naughty ... succumb to the blues ...
Cay already have to question life .

Shoulders of a little girl sass to the sergilerce "What about me " expression . Wiggle , wiggle or even hide from him the house .. Looking there . Can not say I'm coming ... That's the trouble , or at such a time ; spirit, the door of the virtual world contains sızıver quiet, unannounced .. Behold the beast has the following chat or thorny these days . There is puzzled as he himself finds himself between his heart . And that happens ... then. Like sliding on ice at unexpected "oops " is airborne disheveled emotions . It's beginning to crazy winds did not blow , it 's not enough esenler .

The age of thirty men . Ambitious, confident. Glad to live at peace with itself . Laughter on the screen overflowing hearts , happy and full of emotions cloud guy. His wife and children live is to invite women from storage in the virtual world to virtual love game . Recruits are female. Maybe the young man too. Games they play are unaware of the danger they begin to live in a fairy tale .
Holding their breath as they wait in front of a screen lovers
to arrive . Match reminiscent gleeful laughter happens each time . Time can not meet the coordinates , tangential to each other , they spread sadness at night . Does not sleep in anticipation of both . Morning pregnant with new hope begins. And screen are born again with every invention .. they are caught in the stormiest of emotions . Each other really wonder.
Cloud man woman from hunger , cold even begin to blame yourself. If a woman can not stand where the man's tired . Now also in the hands touching hands . Each other hands
Amounts above will understand .

Days, months passed ...

Dreams will not fit on the screen . Want to see each other anymore . They want to touch hug . Even frantic lovemaking ...
Women squirms in pain .. craving violence of onsuzlug
turns . The woman lay in pain ... Torture . Gaming is no longer
this . T live in the love of your life is not on the screen .

Cloud man asks incessantly ;
- What's up, now that ...
Women , he missed much ...
" I do not know, " he says. " Do not know "
Now begins questioning feelings ...

" What is this? ... What's the name of that .. ?"
Women define love .. life's moments , but does not resort to define what is real . Feels ones. Each head of a nightmare waits for love or not ... been waiting for this thing called love anyway. This is the beginning of a love and nightmares . Forget the love that woman to tears of sadness , pains , incurable pains paints , tawny as find . Now everything has to look after mist in his eyes . And the following screen ; heart of ice taken from the pen of the writer . His heart to return to the ice ...

"I had to ignore * . Would you do it . "
Bradley knows the man is confused , but maybe like the name . Is the right thing . A süre.sus think the screen. Susan woman's heart ... Death
The monument is bu.veril last breath though ..

" No DES Sevdam " " dese can not do without ," he is expected to breathe. Clouds break the silence where the man will die .. I both know women . Read a text appears on the screen helplessly

" What I'm leaving then " "Goodbye"
Words written in black on blue is stable and precise ... trembling fingers one last time and lackluster keys to navigate woman's "Goodbye"

Cloud falls to the man's smiling face on the screen . And Woman dies ...