These days I think he qualified silence, deductive haphazard and fear. I kept writing letters sent to then hope, then disappointment consoled herself, the dream does not half.
Everyday prolong his nostalgia ... I silently prayed, silently waiting, quietly breaking, dry quietly, quietly revived surge in call whisper his name.
I think about the two of us met. It's like God's arrangement. Both 2 I have this feeling. If it is God so the question arises: What God wants from 2 do? The combination of two lonely hearts to warm to each other with the rest of his life? Or friendship pure disinterested, tell each other the pleasure and pain of my life, encourage each other, help each other find the sadness warmer probably single. Frank, put his hand into the Hand of God, I did the same. In love or friendship, sometimes we do not need to do anything, just let it self-operating and self-flowering it.
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