The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

it was really hot;
we want more;
we talked;
he said he will take care of me;
i know he already has someone else;
it is ok;
words are just words;
i can just sit down;
breathe it in;
without thinking of it very much;
i think about another him;
three weeks away;
disrupting routine;
of him and family;
he should be happy;
i do not know what can i give;
i don't him to be in harm;
i am reforming the stategy;
how do we see each other next.