Notes of love

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Love has its intonations and its notes — like the notes in a song. Whoever knows how to sing knows that a song consists of repeated intonations that combine into a beautiful melody. So is love: who knows how to love, he knows and feels that love is made up of different notes flowing into each other, uniting into a song of love.

1. We are relatives.

My dear, close person. It’s good to be with you and you can relax.

2. I admire you.

You are beautiful and wonderful!

3. You are delicious (delicious).

I want you! I touch you gently and reverently. I look at you passionately. I will eat you!

4. I need you.

It is useful to include this note from time to time.

5. I care about you.

I fix my clothes, my hair, I bring a glass of juice, I blow off dust particles, etc.

6. You are mine (you are mine). A note of ownership and possession.

Don’t confuse ownership with power. I do not rule over you, but I perceive you as property.

7. Pay attention to me (coquetry).

I play with you. Well, why so immediately, prankster? Take care of me. I’m not yours yet. I expect a little attention from you, I won’t tell you directly about this, but I will playfully hint.

Notes of love are techniques, by practicing which you can successfully maintain and develop relationships, color and enrich them. The choice of this or that note means that a certain state is unwinding and experienced inside, directed at the partner.

Translation of the song «Slipping through my fingers»

slips away from me

She leaves the house early in the morning with her school bag in her hand.

And says goodbye to me, smiling absently.

I look at it with a rush of familiar sadness.

I have to sit down for a minute…

I feel like I’m losing her forever

So without really knowing her world.

I’m glad when I can laugh with her.

My little funny girl…

She constantly eludes me.

I try to remember every moment.

I feel,

That she eludes me.

Do I understand it?

Every time I think I’m close to the truth

She grows and grows again

Slipping away from me

In our eyes — sleep, we have breakfast at the morning table.

Just waking up, I’m wasting precious time.

And when she leaves, strange melancholy comes again

And a guilt that can’t be denied.

Where are those wonderful adventures?

I wanted to visit a lot of places with her.

Of course, we saw some of them …

But most remain unknown.

And why, I don’t know…

She constantly eludes me.

I try to remember every moment.

I feel,

That she eludes me.

Do I understand it?

Every time I think I’m close to the truth

She grows and grows again

Slipping away from me

Sometimes I want to stop these moments

And save them from the usual stuff of time.

She eludes me…

Always eludes me…

She leaves the house early in the morning with her school bag in her hand.

And says goodbye to me, smiling absently …

Video from Yana Shchastya: interview with professor of psychology N.I. Kozlov

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