115.

pozwól mi dorosnąć, zanim zaczniesz oczekiwać ode mnie stałości.

I sholudn't do it,but i will.

I'll tell you story about my friend - Love.

He was big, warm and friendly, but often he was away from me. When he comes to me, he gives me Hope - little flower, wnich will live forever if you will take care about it. But he had to help me with Hope. As long as he stayed with me, i took care about it, but Love always go away after few days. Or weeks. Or months.

But he always comes back and gives me another Hope - another flower, sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller. 

Last flower Love given me some days ago, but i dont wanna take it. It hurts, always. That moment, when Love leaves me with Hope... It always makes me hurt. I dont wanna get Hope once again. Not this year. 

But i didnt tell you why it hurts. So... Everytime Love leaves me, Hope felt worse and worse. And after few days Hope died... Leaving Pain and Sadness.And Hate.

My friend Misiek told you story about Romantic. I told you story about Love.

They hurt. Not always, but often.

You know when they dont hurt?

When you show them to the right person, who will help you.

Who will help you to tame dog named Romantic, and who will help you with taking care of Hope.

i wish that you were here with me. but we stuck were we are. and its so hard, you are so far...