The lucky ones have a person who loves them with everything; with all my soul, with all my heart, with all my breath.

He forgives everything. If you shout at him or swing at him, he will still forgive. Even if you hit, forgive. And he will love.

He considers you to be the best and most beautiful of all on earth. Even if you are ugly, even if you are a hunchback dwarf or a hairy monster, you are the best and most beautiful of all on earth. For this person.

He lives by you. He is always waiting for you. If you take him into the forest and throw him, he will wait for you and love you. He will cry from fear and hunger, but he will still love.

If you are not around, he will put a bottle of your perfume in his pocket. So that you are invisibly present, to breathe you. So one girl took a bottle from "Krasnaya Moskva" to the kindergarten and smelled it quietly. It smelled like mom. This is Love. Mama. And the other boy fell asleep alone - mom was at work, and dad died long ago at the mine. And the boy breathed in the smell of his mother's dressing gown; put it on a pillow next to it and smell it. And he was not scared - he fell asleep. He told this when he became a gray-haired uncle. I just remembered. When asked if he loved anyone with all his soul, faithfully and sincerely; to give your life without hesitation, to breathe only with your loved one? I loved?

I loved. He remembered this love, which was greater than himself. More of a little boy. There was such love ... Only this love is not appreciated and not particularly noticed. It's okay - the child loves his mother. It should be so! And the period of this sacrificial, all-forgiving and absolute love is passing away. A person grows up, becomes an adult. And he yearns for absolute, sacrificial, deep love - and then realizes that there is no such love in the world.

He just forgot how he loved. And sometimes he does not notice how he is loved with the same love. Little people love their parents with great and absolute love.

And then the smell of this love remains only from an empty bottle. Memory. A sad memory of the true love we were born with. Which they were capable of