Once upon a time in the country not so far a small monkey named Lucky as bad as death but as good as Nutella. Lucky was living on a small tree near a small but great big forest.
The monkey actually spent the majority of his time in the forest and felt more at home here than in his little tree. But the tree was inhabited by other monkeys, in which Lucky had spent all his life.
Unfortunately, day after day, Lucky began to see the monkeys more superficially. They thus became acquaintances and friends from when Lucky became aware of the situation was already too late. The little monkey did not want that to happen a thing but did not know what to do to return things as before. It was a bad time for Lucky, sad and alone could no longer be spontaneous and joyful as before.
Then one day he met Lucky Strike. Strike was a sweet monkey forest where you fell in love with Lucky. It was love at first sight and Lucky felt right away that things would change for the better. So it was for some time. Lucky was once again happy and spontaneous, was happy again. But happiness was a dummy, made of plastic. The monkeys of the tree were still friends, were not his friends, but love for Lucky Strike did see things in a different way, in a different world. Love had put blinders on.
So after the early days, when love is so new and so large that it blinds you, Lucky, back down to earth, he realized that nothing had changed. He was alone again. But only in a different way. Comprehensive because it was loved, but it was only because he did not share with anyone over anything important. Lucky
only way he could understand that, as the proverbs say, love is a necessary part of life, but is not life. Friends are my life. So Lucky loved, but did not live longer.
and Lucky Strike Non-lived full and happy forever.
The monkey actually spent the majority of his time in the forest and felt more at home here than in his little tree. But the tree was inhabited by other monkeys, in which Lucky had spent all his life.
Unfortunately, day after day, Lucky began to see the monkeys more superficially. They thus became acquaintances and friends from when Lucky became aware of the situation was already too late. The little monkey did not want that to happen a thing but did not know what to do to return things as before. It was a bad time for Lucky, sad and alone could no longer be spontaneous and joyful as before.
Then one day he met Lucky Strike. Strike was a sweet monkey forest where you fell in love with Lucky. It was love at first sight and Lucky felt right away that things would change for the better. So it was for some time. Lucky was once again happy and spontaneous, was happy again. But happiness was a dummy, made of plastic. The monkeys of the tree were still friends, were not his friends, but love for Lucky Strike did see things in a different way, in a different world. Love had put blinders on.
So after the early days, when love is so new and so large that it blinds you, Lucky, back down to earth, he realized that nothing had changed. He was alone again. But only in a different way. Comprehensive because it was loved, but it was only because he did not share with anyone over anything important. Lucky
only way he could understand that, as the proverbs say, love is a necessary part of life, but is not life. Friends are my life. So Lucky loved, but did not live longer.
and Lucky Strike Non-lived full and happy forever.
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