The first meeting. It is unforgettable, when the first time you meet a look with a stranger and you understand mine, he is Mine. The thoughts that flash in your head are so confused that you forget about everything, and only the feelings remain, those inexpressible sensations when you do not hear anything, just the voice - His voice, you can not see anything, just look - His gaze. Here he comes closer and inside everything freezes ...
An old park, a saxophone sounds, and you circle in a slow dance. Everything is quieting around, it seems that nature itself has frozen for a moment, so as not to disturb you, your air dance, the flight of two lovers of hearts, not to frighten away your feeling. And only you and the saxophone melody, what could be more beautiful?
Pass the days, hours of the week, no do not pass - fly by. And you know, I LOVE. You understand that there is no one nearer to you than to live, and even you can not breathe without it. I would like that he would always be around - talking, smiling, joking, offended by a childish way. And never, never went anywhere. And how exciting is waiting for meetings. Waiting for a phone call, a minute after I hung up. You fall asleep with one thought and wake up with it - "HE". It seemed that happiness would be eternal.
But everything ever ends, happiness can not last a century.
The trill of a phone call that was heard in the middle of the night, like a clock in a fairy tale about Cinderella, puts a fat point on the miracle.
"I'm sorry, Kid, I need to leave urgently. A business trip was formed. But I'll be back very soon, I'll definitely be back. You are the main thing wait! "
And the hours, weeks, days do not fly anymore, they stretch out, they stretch themselves in tedious waiting, they stretch out so that the second seems to turn into a year, and a day into a century. What could be worse when He is not around? And how long does it take to forget a man?
And what about him? ...
He lives between a blast and a shot. Because he does not know how to live differently - he's a Man. A man who wears epaulettes, guarding our sleep and rest. While in the world injustice and bearded inhuman people are killing people - it should be there, where it's hard and really dangerous - in the forefront.
And she?...
The constant expectation, the sensation of a rushing alarm, "How is HE, where is HE, why does he not call?". All this time without him you live between a dream and a call, his call, you do not live, and you exist, you hope and believe, you love and wait. Long-awaited and very short calls, during which you do not have time to tell even a small part of what you feel, say about your unearthly love, about the sorrow that you feel because it is not there. And only in a dream - wonderful, bright and beautiful, you can see your beloved, dear dear person, take a walk with him in the old park, swim in a slow dance to the melody of the saxophone - all this only in a dream that is brief, very brief, and in the morning so not I want to wake up ...
"He did not die, he just left and did not return ..." - the guys will say at the memorial table.
"I do not believe it," lips whisper, eyes can not see because of tears, but only a word in my head, short as that fatal shot - "Widow."
"And what is left of love for me now? "Only the name." One, all alone. Being surrounded by people, you still feel completely alone. What could be worse? It's over, and how can I live now? - again and again you ask yourself a question. How to live, when everything around, everything that looks at, reminds only of it, when you do not want to see no one, do not hear when no one wants you, and the one who is needed never to return? Forget? Take and forget his hands, hair, voice and look. But how? How much will it take time and effort? Where can you find the answer to this question? Who can answer it clearly, clearly and clearly, so that there is no longer any doubt that after this time all will be forgotten, memories will leave, and with them together, and all the feelings will cool down.
Let us turn to poets, to these healers and connoisseurs of human souls. What can they say to a lonely soul who is toiling like a small boat in the midst of a raging ocean, without its second half? After reading and feeling the sea of poems of geniuses, eminent and unknown authors, we will not find the answer, in which we clearly define the time parameters. He is not in prose either. So is there anyway? !!
Can scientists answer this question? They seek and find answers and not to such questions. We'll ask them.
Eureka! In the UK, not so long ago conducted a study, the results of which showed that in order to forget a beloved man a woman needs half the time that they spent together.
Clear and clear? Yes, in addition, the article presents such arguments that make one believe in the veracity of words. The answer to the question is found! Found ?! - Probably yes, because to calculate the amount of time, with the help of simple arithmetic operations a child can also. But, there is one BUT, in the article, which describes the results of the study of English scientists, it is said about men, even about loved ones, but men!