When you just find yourself next to your loved one, when you understand without words ...
And if words are spoken, they are warm, from which the ice floes frozen long ago melt in the heart, even if it is frosty outside.
The warmth of the soul is not intrusive - the real ...
Does it really happen? Of course, definitely!
I believe even if you are very far away, but you hear the call of my soul...
But what are the distances in our impetuous age?
I wrote a letter - and it is already waiting for the addressee to read it ...
True, I like letters written by hand.
But I myself am like that - I already forgot when I wrote real letters, and then put them in an envelope and sent them flying ...
Everything changes, but only the thirst of a person to feel the warmth of another does not change ...
And yet - at least sometimes to touch - not only with a thought, a word, but also with a hand, and feel a reciprocal movement, a movement towards ...
Let, after all, there will definitely be a meeting, and there will be a touch, I believe in it, otherwise ...
Otherwise, it cannot be...