I'd be most happy in your embrace hug. I 've been in a state of fine when your fingers are still tightly my gripping fingers. We never felt that you and I live is that we've been looking, real happiness .
It has been six weeks since the departure of you and my memory is still very sharp memory of us that once existed. I 've made you laugh in any of our jokes, in every text message, every phone line, and in any face-to- eye. At that time, I believe that it is you who will someday open my eyes about love, change the perception that love is not always injured and lies. Present you make me believe that we are heading happy, me and you 're on the way to the end of our quest. But, that I will always talk about love; it can also be wrong.
I misinterpreting everything. I think really you show your concern for me. I think all the phrases and words that are becoming an absolute grip . It turned out ? Ah already was so sick it if I remember. You 've promised, dear. When I told about him ever hurt me, you promised not to give me the same injury. If I'm allowed to bring up everything, then why do you go when I 'm in love - the love?
Six weeks after your departure. Not much changed. My sky is still the same, I still cloudy. My pain is still severe, the wound is still red. My heart was bruised, my memory is still cramps. You come and go as they pleased, so let the audience in the play. You keep changing the mask, letting you distinguish the real confusion still so gray.
No longer appropriate to expect you back, you are six weeks ago is still so sweet, now suddenly become so violent . I know you're good, innocent, and not a lot of behavior; has now changed the face. I don't understand what kind of man who once loved. More complete stupidity when I know, you are so easy to have a new one, while here I am still busy heal my wounds .
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