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Third kinds of love

Third kinds of love

Third kinds of love

There are three kinds of love in this world.
The first kind is imposing. Full of twists and hardships, ecstasy, fanatical love pouring a handful of jealousy can poison, burning the heart. Emily Bronte, Luo Dan and Qiong Yao, most of the poets are the fans of love.
The second is each improves by association with the other type. Langcainvmao, or Each takes what he needs. Most of the fairy tales are about this kind of love, such as Cinderella, such as the seven fairy, such as Diana and Charles, such as Nicholas Tse and Cecilia Cheung. Tie the knot later, Prince and princess had on the happy life undoubtedly is loved by the masses, but the reality of the fairy tale is often cruel.
The monopoly of the first kind of love novels and literary works, the second kind of love a monopoly on magazines and TV series, and the third kind of love, often are two kinds of love discourse power to suppress the voice. I think, the third kind of love, may is wanggui and Anna, seems not so compatible, nor handsome boys and pretty girls, neither inspirational ingredients, there is no pleasing to the eye, but why can live a lifetime.

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In the cinema, on campus, in the street, in CHAMATE, in the streets and lanes, with millions of couples. I have really don’t understand, these people have no money and not the United States if you talk about love, what the talks! They are together to determine is because of love and not lonely? The girl perfume tacky, eyelash brush very rough that the gum is dizzy dyed black, but the nostrils beside her big man but still so full of love looking at her. So it should still love it, * *……
Can’t blame people for snobbish, the third kind of love is too mundane, really hard as a textbook, the girl advocacy of a cherished the illusion “food basket provided the woman is happy”, the effect might as well to the tiger promoting vegetarianism. So our love view is dominated by the first two. I especially, for a long period of time, my view of love is such: condition, best Zhulianbihe, you have the money to my appearance; but to talk about feelings of it, will you Lennon Lennon I, earth shattering, not contaminated with a secular impurity. Remember my friends love story picky and clinking, I said “no contact you that he actually didn’t love you so”, I said “take you to eat cheap, material self of man is simply incredible, I said,” he since don’t you when only, let him round roll away good? “…… I need love is flawless, if not, I prefer to play dota.
So in the University, in the age of love, I really hit the 4 years DOTA.
And then one day I want to understand. Of course, it is not my pat the head to understand, but I have seen the some of the stories, heard the talk about some, experienced some sort of understanding, unconsciously understand. A true feeling of affection if precipitation, can become a long, not only solid and reliable, its color and thickness can be better than any of the story. Love is not a beautiful patent, nor tall, rich and handsome white Formica patent, more is not only the fairy and the prince of the patent. Any ordinary person, as long as you can give the soul to spare capacity cultivation, to give real conditions of the soil, with wisdom and sincere watering, this plant is called love of small plants can bloom and flourish.
But I understand.

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I know there’s another name for love. Life is not just an adventure in the mountains look forward to a gorgeous encounter; is a farming, Chunhua Qiushi, a stable and slow growth.
I know that love has another name that is called a choice. Is like a child to go to the beach picking up shells and the significance of this game is not than who pick up pick up beautifully, but that you find yourself like that, careful used properly placed, never again to go to the beach.
I know love has another name called don’t compare. The fox did not eat grapes, grapes, this is certainly deceive oneself and others. But love is to have the self deception of the attitude, you have to eat pineapple, also think of grape sweet, this is the mentality of the problem. People have to understand that all happiness is relative.
I know that love has another name called responsibility. As you adopt a small dog, although compared with the other puppies and your little dog not precious, not beautiful, defecate indiscriminately, but you still want to every day slipped it, give it to eat delicious, to cure it, again is not willing to let it go wandering.
Now I still can be the first two kinds of love, but the story is others, you are my. My love is buried in the ideal seed, but rooted in reality. Now I know how to refuse to give. My feet are on the ground, but the dream is brighter. I started to do something that had not previously thought, but it did. I chose not to have a dream, but the same way.

The love you want

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The love you want
A female friend, when high school began to fall in love, in order to this thing is not less than the parents to talk to the teacher. Big two at the end of the student party, she said that we broke up, because her first love boyfriend out of the rail, she felt that she could never forgive him. We praise her in the side that make a prompt decision, it is good for both sides. She immediately said that after we must find one of her good, honest.
Three of the time, is there really such a person, she was fully consistent with the list of restrictions and fetters. He chased her for so many months, but she still very hesitant, we have a bunch of friends of persuasion and persistently urged, they began this section of sentiment. One day she casually said they go shopping fancy clothes but then finished money can’t buy, he immediately took her go to the store to find to buy that dress. Valentine’s day, he was in her bedroom downstairs with roses placed in a heart, others envy. There are a lot of things like this, said not to finish.

The love you want
Who knows how long, they broke up. The boys are trying to recover what, we all blame her why so cruel. She said no way, and he was very happy, she also worked hard, but is not to talk about the feeling of love.
I said this is not the love you have always wanted? He to you, honestly, and never zhanhuarecao, is also in line with your request, in vain the net net, tall and thin, how do you then I think this is not what you want? She thought for a moment and said to me, “will we want love, it has no fixed pattern?”
Another with the same name as me also called Kevin’s friend, in Sydney, very handsome also good character and speed changing girlfriends US dumbfounded. We asked him if he had not thought of settling down, he said how not to think, but not so appropriate. Then, like a friend of mine, lists some of his demands on his girlfriend.
Then one day he told us that he fall in love again, we are in speculation about who is to be the object, a long time he said that is he met in the online games. At that time they haven’t met, the girl in Beijing, the photos look is not he rules listed types. At that time we feel he certainly is not serious, including me, few people even began to bet he what time will give up.
Who knows a few months later he went to Beijing to see her sweet, also uploaded photos. Now they have been in love for more than two years, and now it is very stable, both parents have seen, the boys will return home, they will soon be able to live together.
Shortly before their anniversary memorial day, a few buddies together to him drunk and asked him how the so iron hearted found her, his face with a calm and we said: “which come so much why?”
I suddenly realized, why do we have to set so many conditions for our love? What you want, not necessarily what you need. Everything is unknown, not to mention love?
Before you meet that person, you will not think you will love that person, before you meet that feeling, you will not think that they will embrace such a feeling. Only when you meet, to find their own before the argument is completely reversed.

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Even in the same city in different school love also don’t want to talk about it, to say that my best friend TIMI, he is firmly of long-distance love opponents. Because the two schools at the ends of the city, double cease day take the subway to a hour drive to to. He was afraid to kind of hard, also afraid of passion on the road slowly erode, more afraid of love one day become a regret.
Before seeing a word, ten thousand bright bright future, but a warm and practical now. You said on the phone ten thousand I love you, also arrived in her dormitory downstairs to meet with her five minutes.
The most difficult, not just different, it is foreign. In addition to the distance, there is time difference. We traveled across oceans after thousands of miles to come here, here, the dusk is the afternoon. At midnight is here in the early hours of the morning, said big that small is not small time difference, sometimes is torture. She had just finished back to the dormitory, but you have to lie in bed to sleep.
Long distance love a ticket can solve the problem, foreign love can only use one to two times a year to solve the ticket. Every time I see a long time to complain about a month to see a foreign love can only envy.
But even though he was, he had to admit that he was looking forward to a man who could talk to him about a long distance, and then spent the distance and jet lag.
If it is before, I heard about the “different places in the end will certainly be separated from the” speech, as well as by the different places of love, I will certainly feel the nod. But now I may not be, different love is not equivalent to break up, but also can be insisted on. This world must have run to win the time difference, the love that supports the distance, so long as she believes, as long as you insist.
Similarly, there must be close in this world, every day, but eventually separated from the love.
You are looking forward to the prince’s Knight like love, but also the envy of others plain quiet love. Do you want to “Titanic” hot imposing love, but can not stand so fleeting. You want to be in love, but also afraid of not free, you want to be single but afraid too lonely.

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The world from there is no fixed emotional, passionate love may be attributed to calm, calm love has a day may also be a warm bright, you want a warm love, perhaps to the end for you is steady; you want long tranquil love, perhaps the most make you hard is a moment of impulse. Similarly, there is no perfect love, only time can let him gradually become perfect, you will not stop running, and then learn to embrace each other. When one day, you will meet a looks like a perfect person, maybe you are not suitable for each other, and when one day you meet an entirely unexpected, maybe he is your husband.
Always remember, not to evaluation of other people’s feelings, because you look tough, in they may seem very simple, you don’t seem well suited to each other, they feel nothing. No match feelings do not match, just not suitable. Not everyone can meet the person you want, but everyone will meet a person who is right for you. After meeting the man, all the complicated conditions are not applicable, all the noise of the surface to be quiet, simple, become unable to use conditions to limit. You do not need to deliberately plan without his rack one’s brains to grasp him, will not leave your side.
All the standards are for the people who do not love, when you meet your heart of the people, you will not be the standard of the standard. This is not justified, for example, you do not know why some people can make you cherished for many years, the feelings of those is no reason: you love her, don’t know why.
The reason why write this article, because I received a friend for long ago, long. To say that he wants to go abroad, thinking about whether or not to break up with a girlfriend. The reason is those distance ah ah time a commonplace talk of an old scholar, I asked him: “what are you afraid of the distance girlfriend?” He said: “not afraid of it.” so I know I don’t have to talk to him anymore, you are a man, they are not afraid of women, you are afraid of something.
Which is not the spectrum of what is the distance ah ah what, do not fly only the hearts of people. If you have a heart to go with the girls, do not be afraid of anything. Don’t always admire the feelings of others, they never pay nor insist. Now that you are together, you can get away with it. If the end result is a crushing defeat. You can also say: “my brother when to girls like hard to adhere to the one, although now we don’t together, but it doesn’t matter, for her, I Yuandufushu.”

Where I want to go, you’re in my heart.

Where I want to go, you're in my heart.

Where I want to go, you’re in my heart.
Silly to wait, not know you will come back, but because my heart there is love.
You’re not careful to betray the feelings of the same, after a very quick turn and turn. If you turn around, you should not look back. Since the discovery of their own mistakes, they should turn around, big step in the direction of the right, rather than always turn back to blame their own wrong, and even the heart can not put that part of the error. Each section of love are coincidental, but every marriage must be. Like you always find no place, how can I go hand in hand with you.
True love is to destroy the human endeavour. Only when a person feels that love can make him more enthusiasm into the study and life, he will realize the happiness of love. However, the “first love” will lead to life trek, love is an important part of life, but not all. Love is like a butterfly, which is more beautiful than it is.
Our things, only for bad in the bottom of my heart, can not open the scars, scars in my heart has long been a scab, no one is willing to visit; some road, still need to go, do not need to be accompanied; some scenes, only moved to have their own, not moved others. The rest of the merciless years, ya, I want to all the pain in the shoulders, rain and wind.

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Where I want to go now, it’s your heart, not marriage.
If you decide to leave a person, action to be fast, to cut the Gordian knot; if you decide to fall in love with a person, time to stretch a point, see he is really suitable for you. But I spent a few years, but still did not see clearly your heart.
I like you, only one now; I love you, love is a whole future.
If life is a road, we are not born crying. Always want to use the peace of mind to see everything in the world. I do not know how to use what kind of attitude to look at your feelings.
I know that love is not for a perfect person, but to learn to use the perfect vision, to appreciate a person who is not perfect. I also know that most people who know you, is the most warm partner. However, our love, like living in a vacuum; in fact, the world’s most capable of happiness of love, is to love, to live in each other’s hearts, that person, live in our side.
I always want to be a quiet walker, in the depths of the world keep yourself, hold the initial germinating and joy. Simply write down your love and miss, I want to, two people in love, if you really want to be together: so what resistance will go down together! To see whether they really cherish the world’s most beautiful love and this wonderful fate.
If I was your only love that person, I will cherish our fate. If not, I will proceed without hesitation to give up.
Never say that there is no more suitable person in this world, maybe tomorrow, you will meet the person who loves you more. In fact, after breaking up need not bear grudges, but did not need to give up. Love does not belong to a fixed two people, but a more appropriate two people.
You ask me why I love you, it’s just as hard as I want to describe the water.
Three big regret in life: no choice, no choice, continuous choice. Your life seems to be full of regret.

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I am waiting for a person, one can accompany me to listen to all the sad love songs, but will not let me want to cry. Would you be that person? I’m not sure.
Love a person, do not need to do anything for her life. Love a person, only need to do some little things for her. Love a person, for her life for her to do these little things. Love is, to put a little concern, extended to the whole life.
Love is not a pity, but a strong attraction. Who still remember, when the moon, round another missing; who can forget the past, goodbye, make painstaking efforts. The most beautiful heart, but is, you met me, I met you, and then waved, said goodbye.
Love is not perfect, but it is not perfect to love the most touched people. Love is not an end, but a journey. My most want to go to the landlord, is your heart.
Into your heart, I am not looking to abandon all the bitterness, but always ready to suffer. Really know the bitter taste, experience the bitter sweet, this is my attitude towards our feelings.

It is a beautiful mistake to meet you by chance.

It is a beautiful mistake to meet you by chance.

It is a beautiful mistake to meet you by chance.
In love, always think thoroughly, even that may not have boasted, saint.
Because it feels like it’s fake, it’s very real, it’s always in the material. Or it is the need of the two animal physiology, and the generation of this is called the running in period of love, and the end of all the animals in nature.
Too many accidental changes, I have been to the understanding of love and the idea was overthrown, because of accidental meeting, because she was a chance.
She is not a very beautiful girl, and some only the beauty of temperament which is emitted from the inside. She, not a girl like many words, some just a quiet inside the small person. She is not a person who likes to care about, and some just a passion for life.
To meet with her, that in my heart death rebirth in the yesterday’s love, because the beating I clearly heard the heart, thumping, stimulate me the reality of numbness in the central nervous system.

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I love to wake up, but who knows this is not sleep completely start? “We are not going to be a better friend,” she said. “Will I be a moment from the fantasy of heaven into hell.
The lovestruck man, origin for a long time in my eyes are a point of derision to look at, in addition to stupidity and ignorance, no more exact words to describe. But I find it really is not absolutely, like being reduced to a member of me. A gust of wind blew my sad face, will think of her pure smile; my silent heart beating rain ticking, will think of her gentle and moving voice; a dead leaf across my melancholy eyes, will think of her pure clear eyes.

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Or, perhaps, I am really a Xing straight, but it seems that I really can not find an excuse for forgetting. I have tried, even extreme methods are also used, but in the end just let self deception humor a lot, because the single drop of blood the heart always winding thoughts and memories.
I told her that she would not marry. She said she would not believe me. Yes, who will easily believe this commitment, but I can only tell her, that moment, my heart is true! And now the heart of the injured, even if I can do it, it may not be able to do.

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She said she likes to listen to Chen Yixun’s ten years, so that she missed the time when the campus. Frankly speaking, I don’t really like this song, but I listen to it every day. Because I’m looking for an answer, an answer to ten years. I don’t want to be friends with her now, but I just want to ask her if we are still friends for ten years. This is a persistent contradiction, but it is a helpless contradiction.
A former friend said, love a person, even if not, as long as she is happy, then I really can not accept this sentence. Now think about it, this is right, at least in mind there is a concern, not empty, it is not another kind of beauty.
And her chance to meet is a beautiful mistake, because let me know love.

Autumn deep, people drunk, a drop of Acacia tears

Autumn deep, people drunk, a drop of Acacia tears

Autumn deep, people drunk, a drop of Acacia tears
You and me, if doomed to this life time to defend, then I don’t want the porch window swaying, as long as the Su Yi Wan Wan, as long as a porridge a taste, a water a tea. Leisure time, a cup of tea and enjoy time in silence; happy and enjoy a traditional Chinese painting, Fugue in black and white landscape; brilliant, listening to a piece of high mountain and flowing water, intoxicated in the whirling of the strings.
I think I’m in love poison. Otherwise, how will always love you; I want to, I was in Acacia Gu. Otherwise, how will thinking of you day and night; I want to, I was in the care of the curse. Otherwise, how will day and night thinking of you. If I do not love you, I wouldn’t Guzhennanmian the; if I do not love you, I don’t have to worry; if I do not love you, I can put down thousands of melancholy, Tianya traces the; for God’s sake, I’m in love with you, and increasingly strong, has long been rooted in the bottom of my heart, can not extricate themselves. Years of covering these past, fleeting, hurriedly cast a touch of sadness.

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The full moon, in the shadow of the wind rangers. In the fruits of the years, a casual encounter, so that you have lived in my heart, into my dream. Rain in Jiangnan, there is always a meeting, called in the past about; in the vast sea of humanity, there will always be a dream, called indulge awake; billowing bustling place, there will always be a wait, called this life without any regrets. In my world, the moon, you dance Qingying; flowers, you Sunsun attitude; bridges, naughty of you fiddle with ripples. I want to paint for your life, only for you is the most beautiful mood in my painting. That day, I stood on the side of the bridge, not for the natural beauty of lakes and mountains, only to see your one eye; that January, I settled in the south of the Yangtze River, not to enjoy the wind and rain, only to accompany you on a journey; that year, I accompanied in the lanes, not to touch your fingertips, only to love you back.
Perhaps a person yearning for a long time will become addicted, like now, I used to see the reflection of the water, used to listen to the elegant music, habit of drinking from the lonely sad, and then let the night lonely dip the wet dream lonesome. Time flies, when everything is flourishing, it, I haven’t had time to wake up, but. The dust settles, I know from the world of mortals,, you are my antecedents, and I, who is the fruit?
Perhaps doomed my life will miss your abyss through a long and withered day and night; perhaps, you are my life forever elusive lovesickness dream; perhaps I can every day in the afterglow of the setting sun, twist a fallen blossom, fine smell the faint scent of quiet, like the misty rain that West Lake, like a dream like magic, looming, and the mind is the scene scene moving picture, about your a frown smile, lingering.

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You see, down every word or dyed the does not belong to the ruin of smile, leaving only the passage of time scattered on the ground; you see, text in each pen in the poppy like sad poison, every word such as Teana in the night; you see, bright total in a fleeting instant smoke, beautiful love just yet wait for flowers will fade in the late spring cold night in the rain. This street, the tumult of the city, the crystal tears wet night, confused the world. Listen to the broken strings, broke the smell in the end, love life; not the end who read. Think of you, always in the sleepless night; read you, always in the misty eyes; love you, always in the affair between flood.
Time has washed away the pain, but you can not take the traces of. The bright light, a long letter lyric. In the dead of night, night empty, only with pen and ink on rice paper depicting the in memory blurred faint outline, writing aesthetic memories, the only taste the pain of Acacia, comfort the wounded soul. Shallow thin light meet, know each other, together, even if people have changed, remember, it is warm enough.
Wake up, but also drunk, out of the corner flow a drop of tear; late at night, quiet and four weeks or so empty, empty have so lyrical, like a fairy tale; deep autumn, wind across from the face, take away the shy, only a gold crystal tears. Each pieces of petals, has deep feeling warm memory; each piece of the leaves are all fascinating story; every flower fall red are the tears I shed for you. Miss you, every day folding, thick stack of Acacia, write full I to your feelings, when I am drunk, you in where woven who happiness?

Meeting you is our fate

Meeting you is our fate

Meeting you is our fate
Suddenly look back, we left the campus has sixteen years, sixteen years whenever I think of what things we met and fell in love, and my heart is still warm.
Remember what is the spring of 1998, they admitted to kindergarten girl to celebrate Teacher to come in for an interview, we as the elder brother of high grade, of course, to once the lower classwoman hosting the games, but also has bit of curiosity on the inside.
For the first time to see her figure, I had a feeling of deja vu, she is beautiful, lovely, deeply attracted my eye. However, pay attention to her is one nonself, and other students also praise is the best, I secretly vowed she is my food, I have to catch her.
Very not easy to wait until their school reports, I went to the kindergarten teacher asked her. I called to tell her how wonderful doll, the title, let me excited.
So, I summon the courage to find her, ask her to see a movie on weekends, she seems to be defensive, presumably also be understood. But it is said to the woman afraid of grinding, I could not stand the words, she agreed to my invitation. As agreed, I feel not right, they can not tell where the problem.
We planned to go to the cinema at the weekend, our exchanges in the course of contacts is more than in January. National Day holiday she went home, I was in school to prepare an activity.
I to the girls find friends borrow the keys of the piano room, on the corner of the building where I met her, my eyes bright, four eyes relative to our each other all Leng, perhaps it is doomed to a life of fate. My cute asked beauty, she also returned to a Hello, she asked me to you to look for the spring of Xia it? No, I’m looking for you today! She hesitated for a moment or agreed to my request.
What night, we in the street went for a long walk, talk talk, also talk to the interview them, anyhow everything exciting, that kind of feeling unforgettable.
In the evening, I have insomnia, know when the wrong place and Chun Xia. There are two dolls in their class. They are very similar to the one that they are looking for.
The national holiday is full, I put the matter told Chun Xia, said she understood, but I can feel her hatred to me.
The following day, we spent a short., happy campus life. In the meantime there are noisy, but more is the pink memories.
After graduation, we talked about the problem of marriage, but by the two people were unanimously opposed, they are afraid of the girl married too far after the meeting is difficult, we suspect that she is at one’s own expense in the future to find work hard, such a support is half a year.
However, can withstand the test of love is worth a lifetime treasure. Finally the old man was also our true effect, we happy into the marriage hall.

Guarding the frontier of love

Guarding the frontier of love

Guarding the frontier of love
I love the hazy, guarding the frontier.
The water has a world of ice and snow, love the breakpoint.
I have to wake up, swaying in the border. Strong wind will blow my shadow askew, stimulate my bones, devouring my soul. Last night, smiled, Miss Right remain unchanged, I still swim in the warm waters of love. Now Wushirenfei, inexorably, the sweetness of the past just a mirage, then America’s mood has become a bubble, the warm tone is iceberg Okawa, bait honey is less than at a determined look.
I, step by step, into the snow and ice inclusion of the frontier. See, in love with the breeze, in the snow under the ramp, mixed with my tears, it is more dignified, lonely.
At the top of the border, I’m swaying. She is beautiful and kind-hearted, lovely beauty of her, or she lovingly pathetic. Love the peaks in the days and months multiplying and my heart increased, but more and more empty, the more trembling. Because I have my feet swaying, yet, I can’t really tell me exactly where the true love.
Beautiful and kind. We didn’t go for a romantic rose with the road, although not the cowherd men tilling the farm and womenweaving. But we love each other, chaochaomumu, also had to hold hands walking in the street, marching Hangyunliushui, stride forward into the temple of love. Although we have not too many words, but we also have Freemasonry.
Her lovely beauty. Lovely face will always evoke beautiful memories, but also in the side to remind yourself that it may be a poison strawberry. The holy fruit of love is not free to pick, but to know the taste of it, and to focus on its charm. With my meticulous care to take care of, grow in the meticulous care. Even though we didn’t mention the love, but the heart has been.
In the face of different peaks, to my new job, so that my sixth nerve taut. I love you at this time has an epiphany; talent is the best, isn’t it? Perhaps you are the baby love and feel ridiculous. Then, you are wrong, any restraint gestures of action, a look, a smile, will give her life young memories.
In the moonlight, she said you love me. Under the moonlight, I promise you, I belong to you, I have not changed my mind, my heart is still left for you, even if you hear what, see what, it is love your performance. Because your love is in the border, so I will be loved by it.

A love letter to a girl

A love letter to a girl

A love letter to a girl
Never forget you, like that sweet smile and bangs hand stroking.
Maybe one day, we will be in a way through the streets, met the girl at first sight, she has nothing special, so deeply imprinted in the heart.
Meet every time, let me ignore the water flow around the car, forget the time, only care about her every twinkle and smile. Until her passing away in the corner, I cannot see.
Meet for the first time, I sit at the window, holding a cup of coffee looking out the window scattered rain, rain was in a hurry, I quietly holding chin to looking at a coffee shop the comings and goings of the people.
You hand shielding rain into the world, the rain wet your hair, appear with arbitrary point, your face but with a faint smile, the moment you like only in the wind and rain in bloom, swaying Huaying exudes faint fragrance.
You smiled and asked for a cup of white coffee, then stood there quietly waiting for the coffee. A sudden wind, blowing your hair and skirt, it seems you Liu also be wind.
The moment you seemed to be very uneasy, hastily caresses your messy bangs, like the children do something wrong as, cautious, nervous, until your coffee well, you will hand down from the forehead, end your coffee, pass by from my side, sit to another fan window and stared at the roof falling rain.
Goodbye, is in the bustling downtown, longitudinal Street connected to the streets and alleys, you’re wearing a seat on a simple white dress casual walk, no lights wanes to the close, also does not have the sweet birds and a hint of figure, I know that is you. You pass by my side, we pass by again, I saw you a light smile on the face.
Finally see, or this coffee shop, or a rainy day. This time, you seem to have come a long way, sitting on the side of the window you like. I brought the blue mountains from your side after, we pass at a time, if I’m not mistaken, you should in Shunji Iwai’s “love letter”.
Some people said, the most beautiful love Mo first love, the most beautiful picture is none other than the initial, said, the most beautiful words Mo love letter, the most beautiful end of nothing better than a stranger.
Last time I met, the coffee shop into a bookshop, decoration in the window is replaced by the rows of books, you and me, never to be met. I met you at that time, I have been to the city in every coffee shop, walk through the streets, but also not see.
After the encounter, I try to find your shadow in the vast crowd, but I can not find you and I pass, the first of the missing in the lost, even their own is not clear, is becoming more and more concentrated, or more and more light.
In the quiet night, I will like the single loop playing, looking out of the window of the lamp is dark yellow street lights, the shadow of each of the past, people pull a long, there seems no end.
I just wondered whether, in a distant place, you have been in the autumn night, quiet sleep.

Love begins with a breakup.

Love begins with a breakup.

Love begins with a breakup.
I think and you are feeling very light, even if the break up will not be too sad. But I love you from the beginning of the day, six years of feelings after breaking up the two words broke out, but there is no opportunity to turn back.
For six years, I met you, met, and then fell in love, but spent a few months, but spent nearly five years on the side of the side of the habit of being used to have you in the side of the day. I seem to think every day how to break up with you, but the words to the mouth are not exported, just like this day and day to drag, after six years in a blink of an eye.
I don’t think this kind of feeling is love, at least not the kind of love that never separates from one’s life. I envy that kind of love in the beautiful prose, or film and television drama, so I always feel that we will not go far, very soon will be scattered. Perhaps because we have been together too long, long to our habit as a love, love into friendship still not know. So when the future of conflict with love, I do not hesitate to choose the future, and you say goodbye.
When I say “break up” to you two words, I suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, as if it is not reluctant, but also seems to regret. But no such I tangled finished, you calmly accepted these two words, no tears, not questioned, as if I just say, today’s weather is not so good, rather than the simple words cut six years of our feelings. Your peace is like a bucket of cold water pouring down my head, my heart all the tangled seems to have been frozen. We also turned to leave, this is our common understanding, but also our last tacit understanding.
Starting from breaking up the day, I think he is wrong, always unconsciously think of the past and you together the picture, think of you to my care and attention, think of your smile. Before the tangle seems to be melted, again in my heart. After a moment, I was late this is love, a too late to understand love.
My affection for you is not deep, but has been deep into the trivial life, but think it is a habit and friendship. Perhaps our feelings enough strong, but definitely enough, penetration of life and blood, already cannot do without. It is ironic that this love from the break up that day to feel, but it is also the end of the day.
Then no matter how good my career, get the number of the opposite sex, I still thinking about that just to be aware of the need to suppress the love. But I am not qualified to say regret, but I do not have the qualifications to composite, after all, I let go of the first. If it is not for you to call me a friend to help me, perhaps I have never had the courage to face you in my life. We seem to go back to the past, but more than once alienated, we can chat, but understanding to avoid the “love” word. We can be friends, but can not enter the love again.
Love began to break up that day, but I gradually put this love into friendship, try to be your best friend, help you, bless you. Just when you go to another man, I still regret that I can give you happiness. Maybe I should forget the, miss love doesn’t come back, can only say that we never meant to be, since you have found the happiness, then I would also like to bid farewell to the past, find belongs to my happiness.

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Dear, please take me away

Dear, please take me away

Dear, please take me away
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Three years, 1095 days, 26280 hours, 1576800 minutes, 94608000 seconds, my life is full of full of you.
You said, I was too cold, even the summer heat can not melt my heart. But you do not know, in the past the bright sadness, I most want to escape once, most do not want to mention the memories. In fact, I don’t call it cold, that is just a way of self protection.
I believe that has been very cold and clear, and never regret. I never thought, I will one day have in such a vortex, day in and day out.
How many nights, I can’t sleep.
For three years, I told myself many times, you just go away, you won’t go away. Because I know, you have much to do to me. For this time to leave, you have too much to do not at ease, these from your sad eyes can see. They all say that you’re out of a lot to me, I should hate you.
But I hate it. I used it for a long time to think that should not forget you, because they say it will continue to do so, I will collapse. But I think I am very good, I always think you are all around me.
Then they gave me a drink, you know, I used to drink. They say I don’t go to sleep, and I can sleep with it.
Drunk but more clearly remember you smile, you smoke the grace you forced me off your high-heeled shoes of paranoia. Now to the empty room, I had to hope that I could not speak a word.
I regret.
I regret that I have written a lot of words, but I never thought you would write an article for you. I regret I was a selfish I, absorbed in the story to others the sorrows and joys, wander, I even ignoring the most warm love around.
Just like once I thought you loved me. Like once I put all your pay as you get my first time must be responsible for the negative. I can like once many times to break up with you, but in a good word also did not say sorry.
Has always been God is too cruel to me, or I want too much. You lost in panic of the day, I ask myself.
I always believe that love a person only needs to be placed in the bottom of my heart, my heart’s feelings are not to be taken away. But why, in my heart long after you leave, I’ll feel heart empty like a ghost.
I know we will meet one day.
Maybe tomorrow.
Perhaps fifty years.
To that day, I must be smiling through the black and white alternate with clear boundaries, looking for your figure.
Do not say that I am stupid, I like you to use “lovable” to describe me. Can you stubborn with “amazing” praise me.
You said I was wearing a black, too sad, to buy me a very bright colored clothes. You take me to see your good man, you are in front of the other people do not stop praising me how to how beautiful. And I am because of these, and many of the noise with you back, even to say goodbye to you.
These things I have not mentioned, put in today’s change is very precious.
What changed us.
You did not answer. Like you have not given me a white – white kitten, it is now a lot of kittens’ s mother, you can no longer see. I don’t know if you want me to take a bottle to it, take a shower, comb the cat and hug it. Like these questions, I will never know the answer.
Because, love, you are not in.
The story to be continued.
The world is going all night.

Dear, please take me away1
I put the cat sleeping nest and laying a layer of cotton, afraid of the cold it baby.
The weather is still cold, do you feel it.
Suddenly remind of you off down the service forcibly put into my body, think of you in the world of ice and snow still doesn’t forget to romantic kiss away my eyelash snow, think of you put my hand real real grip in your hand into your pocket. House cat in the baby in his sleep and had a long stretch, the original is so lonely.
I remember you said I was 17 years old should not wear high heels, the youth is naturally beautiful, it is 20 years after the dry matter. You say 17 years old wearing high heels, wait until the real time to wear high heels, what to wear, not in advance to force their own old. However, I am now twenty, you will come back to see me wear high heels? Will you?
Under such scattered memories of Evans, forgive my unbearable and offend.
I’m so capricious, you know. I and my classmates in a complete mess. I all night on the Internet, on the outside to smoke, drink, truancy, fail. I did all the girls do not have to do the thing, you clearly in the distance to see, but you why not come back to scold me, clean up me.
Nevertheless, I still believe, I believe, when I met you, is a light into the light of my life.
Finally, as if back three years ago.
I saw wearing white uniforms of the staff will be your slender body propulsion sealed metal box, saw them take the iron box and outside the gate locked, see your usual care hair through the fire rose up from the dancing.
Too many of the parting occurred in my memory, only seventeen years old, but I did not expect, the most intense once, you brought me.
I hold a box of white powder, hold you close to my heart.
A large piece of snow, a grand memory. With the team in front of me a dead-alive person funeral music box.
From the pen out of memory, I know my pale words out of your smile, your eyes. What can I have, I have only a pen, and the memory of you will never fade.
I just want to in this full moon hanging in the night to finally say, just say: dear, please take my yearning to go away