Also not seen each other a long time, would not dare to call, ask a health message. It is easy to understand and hope you do not be angry because he did not want anyway disturbances happy about my time besides my love. Do not meet, do not touch that does not mean he was absent in em. Every night when streets silent, wind blown tree-lined softly, bringing cool air entering the sleep of people, then in this little room, still light style, nostalgia as I spill on tempest, folded his sleepiness and where did you sit writing this letter to as many nights em.Dem, he quietly sat down to write a letter every time you remember. With him now you really blame .Boi probably lost another date on the short road, you almost disappeared from his life even though he tried to look under your shadow. I almost disappeared and did not meet with him once. Since that day the brothers just nostalgia in my heart. Tonight is just like any night, when the work was done, a ring roller facebook, online media, wanted to go to bed but could not sleep because of him, silhouette em back ve.Luc spill the picture, then open yahoo, facebook view you can see what new information do not ... nothing new then he thought, "this time I do not know what are you doing?" Hold the phone up and back throwing it aside. He left open the machine, write the mood and nostalgia where my heart. The memories that go through a very long time as well, and probably also eroded in time you old memories. As for me, my heart probably was frozen. Several years passed, and the earth is warming, but it did not help him much melted ice covered his heart. You go, creating an icy sheath wrapped around my heart. It not only did not eroded which seems increasingly thickening, holding me in his heart silhouette. Many times he wanted to break the pod, throw aside your image to receive another girl but was not, I was still there - eternal in his heart. Love goes through remembering always How, more resentment, more hatred, more pain, all more than happy. In the past seemed as happy as ever appear? But no, it's just a feeling that was it. Love to go through to the cover of hatred, resentment, but shields the heart becomes generous, so no matter what happens she still smiles when he saw together. I had many nights apart then, O you, I miss you not only each tonight, every night, but regular letters written but are also thrown into the garbage. But tonight, he did not do it if now we are at home, he will run to your house, to hold me tight as I have never lost together, whispered into my ear ..
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