Lavinia Parvu- When love hurts, tears are forgotten
- "I am sorry I cannot even make you understand what is happening inside of my head. I cannot make myself understand either."
This was the start and the end of their discussion. A discussion which started naively from the very first beginning. From the time they first met and shaked gently their hands. A time when she opened to himself like a rich shell full with pearls. When she let herself read by him as if she was a cheap book and rejected by every reader.
But none of them had the guts to start at that time this postponed discussion, because they were busy taking care of their bodies and hearts. He was hungry for her look and mind. She was desperate for the heat given by his body.
- "I don't know what to...