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I like you, but this is once!
wskj 发表于 2011/6/1 11:29:00 |
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Your number removed from the address book, no accident, we will not intersect it, anyway, you have not taken the initiative to call me a long time, not even take the initiative to send off a text message, and we, like this, right . In this way, do not love you.
You never find the time shouting your name, my most tender, even on a slightly trembling voice; through your side, always put my feet light and slow; I can not directly as your eyes, for fear too many emotional disclosure; in the unconscious daze, scrap paper on the full page full page are your name, I can write your name has slipped more than my name; separate time in my brain is your head is full of shadow, leaving only memories of the moment with you about the bits and pieces; eat, sleep, shopping, a daze, when are you doing to it, will not , will not like you as I would like to think I do ... ...
Life as pure and indifferent, as to your life as the center, because the memories and full, as reality withered. Missing from the elongated, but blocking the meeting; time settling a crush on, allow you to leave me far, far away. Seeing the people around have a vigorous one by one, I think, is the drop you, remember, just for memories.
Do not say I'm lonely, lonely for a long time because I have not said that I fickle, because you never belong to me, not to say that I give up, you might even, not even a tiny response gave me.
You struck a chord with me, but not worked I stopped when I thought you were, you have no trace, when you look back to find me, I have started to find their own sky, my dear, I keep the best best years better left you, I, in your well-deserved. My dear, my youth is limited, can not afford to wait for life.
Please do not doubt, once, I am willing to wait for you desperate, willing to accompany you anytime, anywhere, willing to see you silently behind you, for your happiness, sadness and grief for you, though, those emotions, and I nothing to do ... ah ...
Wait is not bitter, bitter, there is no hope of waiting ... ...
Sometimes love is not reason, love is love, even if hit a wall is love, but love nothing more humble the pride of love, of which only you know ... taste ...
They've to reduce quick, defects will certainly have up really speedily additionally to your finish you'll only reached create it may be seen as a fool.
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