Think for a long time, and finally decided to make our story a turn, and then wrote a preface for, or you written. As I recall, while writing, for fear of missing one important part. I should put our past written down, and one day to read, remember, once you loved me.
Love, like a poppy flower, beautiful, flirtatious.
If we meet is beautiful, so, I want to say, you are happy.
You are very good, this is I have for you, and the only evaluation. You said that, from the beginning of that moment, you will swear will only be to me a better person, a lifetime. I know, you will do it, and you really do, treat me like life, not even me, see more than his own life is also important. You tell me that you need me, or there will be no meaning. But, we all forget, never too far away, and then the United States oath also defeated by reality, then love will be social customs obliterated.
My personality is not good, but you can have patience, you never told me what. Said to me, also do, perhaps from outsiders, you are so weak, yet you have no say: I am not afraid of wife, I respect her, love her, even if she spoiled, I would be most willing to. Remember when I moved in a complete mess, you just don't know it.
We began to look forward to each other in the future, the scenes of happy picture as if at present. We may be too obsessed with time and ignore the reality of existence, then look back and think, know how we were stupid.
We separated in the cold winter, the cold wind, the air filled with sadness. Although only a short respectively, and unable to part from you see that figure, I want to run off, then go with you, but, we can't do that, then there are too many helpless. Yes, then think of it, if we can impulse, now is it right? Is another turn?
Maybe we had expected this result, just do not know why always adhere to, perhaps on the feeling 's persistence and do not give up! But at the end of the stick or lost to distance, lost to the traditional feudal ideology.
We like a scene where the protagonist, then input, no side to be played, but forget the ending to the story was rewritten by others.
The winter of this year as scheduled arrival, where you have the snow, white, very beautiful? Suddenly we had agreed, you said you would take me to see the snow, I make a big snowman, but, who knows just walk half died, then the unfinished agreed to let it in exile!
The phone is you to my speech and exhort, I know, your mind is always my, you worry I will take good care of yourself. But I? Why not afraid? From the beginning you focused on me, never care about yourself, you want me to forget you, are you afraid of again I recall past will be heartache, but, my dear, you are that worthy distressed people!
Dear, later put on my love to love their own, since everything has become a foregone conclusion, then please take good care of yourself, this is the last thing I can do for you.
The wrong time of the encounter is a helpless, so the people meet the person is not old, is a kind of sorrow? Or love dislocation?
Forgive me for not really wanted to leave. Perhaps what I love is not deep, and perhaps distance does not allow us to? I do not care, leaving behind everything with you to the end of the world.
When you encounter happiness, but not to us in the future, we have paid too much, put so seriously, until finally no longer receive back their love. I love yet cannot be together, this is painful. Finally in the later see that go through thick and thin together, love only in fairy tales is.
Perfect story but tears ending, the cold air can not frozen tears, cruel beautiful memories.
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