Twenty years old, I started daydreaming about love. How is love? . I do not have any idea. Simply to see him every day and get to hug him. Only can. So secretly wish everyday I found a guy. Needless thing as too beautiful. Just hope he is a little taller, a little skinny. I loved those boys so has the look and dimension are my childishness a little. I also just so. And I also experienced some love. The boys I used to love them are also good choices. It's just that I'm not good enough to keep them on their side. And so on. I would not be the one to be long. I do not know why anymore. Many think that sad time. And I did not ask anybody for a long time. But just when I like someone. All of this is far from back to love others. And so on. I like people who never liked me. How I know. Affection is always the hardest to say. But until now. I was not salty but what with having another lover. There are good. Without the music.
"Cao high a bit. Slim thin a bit. I've always liked her to be stood on tiptoe to hug his neck
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