Can finally no longer love
On the road, I kept open the phone recordings, “in Building 3, 1001.” His voice as before close to paste in my ear, like the package the cotton, fit perfectly warm.
What kind of a reunion? Over the past three years I him. Because I am afraid of pain. Met him, just as fate met. Forced to reluctantly began to interpret the concept of fate. The margin of fate is due to frustration. Otherwise I would not put all the results are attributed to Handbags. After he left, I still trapped in the obsessed and driven to distraction in the still of the night in lonely countless times tears soak my pillow. Until three years later we met again.
The day he wore a fine line of dark blue t-shirt, face more than two years ago won a ring, is also some fat is completely fade in a middle-aged appearance. Therefore I am a bit bitterly deride him, “you’re old, not so Shuai of. By now pretty bubbles everywhere mm can it?”
He smiled. Is also very inclusive way without resistance. Not used to that charming vision and language Lianzhu Qiao’s smart and glamorous.
I love the man has disappeared! I am a bit ridiculous so many years has been their own tears. We touched hands, and even gently hugged to click. Very natural, very rigid and even embarrassing … …. Who would have thought had been obsessed with the warmth of the embrace is there such a conclusion? I pushed him. “We are not used to the back … …” he murmured with. I did not face smiled. Out of Handbag, we still had lunch. Points are together we like to eat vegetables. But the day of the dishes were done very bad, as we feel. We have not salty not pale meaningless meaningless if she had no alternative but to stall for time.
Noon in a restaurant with him farewell at the door. Solar heat, but I forgot to hold up an umbrella, or not bother playing.Perhaps I want the sun to have been broken love sun evaporated. I love he had died in the years to come, I love him only in memory until the … …
In addition to those people who have repeatedly broken the old memories, we no longer have any connection to the. I am an easy. For several years there has never been easy. Sometimes, a woman began to resolve than men must also.
On that day, I am a born again. Love of his life, I remember, and then refused to love him and I remember the day.
What kind of a reunion? Over the past three years I him. Because I am afraid of pain. Met him, just as fate met. Forced to reluctantly began to interpret the concept of fate. The margin of fate is due to frustration. Otherwise I would not put all the results are attributed to Handbags. After he left, I still trapped in the obsessed and driven to distraction in the still of the night in lonely countless times tears soak my pillow. Until three years later we met again.
The day he wore a fine line of dark blue t-shirt, face more than two years ago won a ring, is also some fat is completely fade in a middle-aged appearance. Therefore I am a bit bitterly deride him, “you’re old, not so Shuai of. By now pretty bubbles everywhere mm can it?”
He smiled. Is also very inclusive way without resistance. Not used to that charming vision and language Lianzhu Qiao’s smart and glamorous.
I love the man has disappeared! I am a bit ridiculous so many years has been their own tears. We touched hands, and even gently hugged to click. Very natural, very rigid and even embarrassing … …. Who would have thought had been obsessed with the warmth of the embrace is there such a conclusion? I pushed him. “We are not used to the back … …” he murmured with. I did not face smiled. Out of Handbag, we still had lunch. Points are together we like to eat vegetables. But the day of the dishes were done very bad, as we feel. We have not salty not pale meaningless meaningless if she had no alternative but to stall for time.
Noon in a restaurant with him farewell at the door. Solar heat, but I forgot to hold up an umbrella, or not bother playing.Perhaps I want the sun to have been broken love sun evaporated. I love he had died in the years to come, I love him only in memory until the … …
In addition to those people who have repeatedly broken the old memories, we no longer have any connection to the. I am an easy. For several years there has never been easy. Sometimes, a woman began to resolve than men must also.
On that day, I am a born again. Love of his life, I remember, and then refused to love him and I remember the day.