Life has a lot of things will be forgotten, and even the most important thing, also has been ignored. Memory My flower-keel go, and it companions days also gradually away from me is gone.
I can't remember what day it has to go, only remember last year end, October is fast weather especially cold, heating has yet to start. Every day the work is always very busy, sometimes even forget it's there. Want to come now, I also can't forgive his carelessness. If at that time digging for it, and the results may be it will be placed on my desk, and I was relatively, to share with me that a tacit understanding. Because of my negligence, not to give it to take measures to keep warm, in the last few days is heating, it was damaged by a, and I failed to timely found the irreparable mistake.
louis vuitton explorateur noir bag for sale Fast by December when, suddenly I found, in the trunk of the former keel no the luster of the skin, play a bubble, like the old man dying, the skin becomes lax. Colleagues say: "have already died." The heart is picked up in a moment. I gently touch it, feel the body is soft, not of a bygone hale and signs of life. I can't accept the fact that just like I love deeply of the person silent away from me, for no reason, no reason, also took all the love and hope that the same. The heart is empty and taken away, but don't know to be looking for direction. I'm still in the heart of the stubborn, everything that is temporary, as long as I patiently waiting, it will come back to life. Like waiting for the lover's back from the brink, think it will return as sprout to grow up.
However, the reality is not independent of man's will as the shift, the dream is always a to wake up. I am unable to change anything, no matter how the end, the only thing you can do is to accept. Day by day, as the days went on, and I friends-keel, became thinner, wither. I can't believe it die, the way and the weeds soft, as fragile, and even can be the breeze blowing. Once it is brawny, as you is so tenacious vitality. I can't perceive life and it from pain during, also can't guess it to what am I entrust. Also as it can't also know how I sad, more can't see me the later days is how lonely. Anyway, never mentioned to anyone, because, in addition to it, no one can understand me at the moment of state of mind. The pain is like the haze of the hills, as dull, light. Only this fog is white, soft, visible. And that kind of feeling as if is gray, heavy, no matter where, in no traced, the but again really there. If the fog is between heaven and earth, then the pain of elves is devil from hell, always cling to the memory not to put, there is always unexpected moments.
Suddenly, I want to ask yourself one question: and I together day, it really happy? I can not find the answer, and no one can answer me. Perhaps, from the start, I was wrong, everything is my only to give. If I don't get it back, let it run its course up, according to the law of it was, at the moment, I still life for its lost and sad? Heartache? I'm afraid not. Because of I be fond of and selfish, want to own it alone, want to let it for me has always kept unyielding image, and the tenacious vitality, good let me to appreciate. And let it share my loneliness and unpleasant, and nothing in my heart. So much so that it should be in season, waiting before the poem in here. What am I love it, or against it? I don't know, really don't know.
My friend, so quiet walk, there is not a complaint. But, I know, it's enough to go and leave me, say it all. Since always, wanted to record this pen unforgettable experience. But, I have not had the courage to write, dare not admit it's departure is caused because of me. In this autumn gradually thick days, in this familiar atmosphere, I and it always in a dream by chance. So, I decided to write, not for another, just for this unbearable memory, make a complete but not perfect ending.louis vuitton epi leather pont neuf gm ivoire bag for sale
In fact, there and how many feeling and love, this is also true in? We love each other, and thinks that the other also because this love and happy. Do you not know that, she can be very painful. Because of all of this is not her want, but we impose on her. Maybe she was not the heart to refuse, perhaps she even refused to chance, perhaps never flee far from became the ultimate choice. Because at that time, we still don't know: love is not only accepted, still need to pay. And she wants the love, does not belong to us. The more because don't know, how to grasp the love, love instead become damage.
In trance, I seem to have a kind of enlightenment, keel to leave, and not do not have anything left. Somehow, it tells me: love is not cheap gifts, more is not who can accept. In love before, can we ask a friend:, my love, you need? Therefore, we must consider themselves and lv to accept a satyr rogue side, in front of the opposite sex when no gentleman, does not allow the GAO, not lv too much respect, gentle and polite, so as lv to open both the existence of sex, gender relations lv to open a real situation, which is existence of the opposite sex lv to be their needs. Maybe in your eyes high above the beautiful holy inviolable great pains not obtaining a kiss the girl,lv in a crook in love Playboy flirtation in front of people or a rogue incense burner in front of it soon turned inlv to slut back lv to the woman true nature, which is not a bad man does not love an example of a woman,lv and even some really take rogue at all means,
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