(Bla-Bla-Bla) Oh, of course, we are still those naive romantics – somewhere there, inside. We still hope "the very", "the only", and so on. And so on, but... In order to find a golden pie, you need to sow a few kilograms of empty bread.

You will never find anyone again. If from 15 to 30 years and beyond you carry the burden of insult on the girl who has sewn you; if you spread this insult on that one to all the other women and rejoice evilly when any of these others (who did not do you anything bad at all, but even sad for you) there is some trouble, but rather trouble; if you silently label all women with an empty breed and rush, rush, rush in search of something unknown... that same gold sandstone will fall from you in horror, even close to not allowing. It is better to stay alone forever than to get along with such a "treasure", to listen to his talk about "thanks" and to be afraid to look not so, not so breath, so as not to get harassment and persecution from the "ex-lover". "Relationship and Relationship" Poor offenders who blame anyone for their love failures, but not themselves. In comparison to your 15 years old, uncle, you are still getting scorned, to all your other shortcomings, for which the girls cut off you at 15 years old.