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Honey, is not my point fire...

(2010-06-23 18:46:08)
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He and she has been very good friends, but she did not know he liked her.
     They used to be students, each face her, his heart beat too quickly, she spoke to him,

he had also been very poor, she gave him to do many things he praised her heartily: "You're

girl ah bit helpful, "she just looked at him, that he interesting and special, do not know

if he actually liked her.
      Each looked at her face, he said: "How beautiful your eyes, ah, talking, your nose

looks beautiful ah, like strawberries." Listening to these words, she did not think he loves

her, only of his really love metaphor ah.
      Repeated his love for her surroundings drag, but he still hopes to learn from the

witness in his love. Learning, after all, a little important. He was in class when her

story, he said, story is a triangle, he has been hoping to find a suitable shape of his

round, good with her scroll to the happy place to go because he is a -----, triangle, moving

up will be very painful, fall and get bruises every step, it is not every time they leave

his balls attached, left alone in place. But he did not give up, though grief, but insisted

forward rolling on. Finally, gradually, his move was tempered into a ball, hit another ball

may be some day, and she rolled with it the direction of happiness.
     Slowly, every evening he listened to her story, he gave her children the story about

three horses, he said, there is a poem called "Happiness is a horse girls girls." He gave

her the story about the fish, under the sky, he said, went to heaven steam with eggs, after

fertilization little fish grow up, they fell off. He said Yu Er is salty, do not believe you

try -----
      Then they graduate and go our separate ways, he sent her text messages, every

expression of her missing, he said: "What is missing, missing is a small dumpling ----",

listening to these words She did not think he loves her, only thought he was such a love

metaphor, ah, did not know he did not sleep every night lonely songs flow into a river, do

not know a knife stuck in his mind -----
      He told her that Remembrance of Things Past, "In those days you really cute, ah, silly

naive!" Every time he say, she just think: he really is kind ah. He gave her about the

shared memories of two people before, she only expressed surprise, saying: "Your memory is

nice ah." Say such a thing, she probably still do not know that he loved her, but he knew

that, as Forrest Gump said, life is a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one.
      He told her, thousands of times is a heavy commitment.
      Back, he goes on point the possession of the dregs of soil for many years the

confession letter:
     "----- Lecture there was a place where the sound is not noisy, only the bird's voice,

and in different seasons Listen to the wind, there is not unreasonable argument, only the

harmonious coexistence between people, there are also no material enjoyment so pure between

people there were feeling. in fact people know this world there is no such a place, but I

believe there has always been a woman really wanted to go with a place to live This is my

dream for many years. "
      I love you, words that he said many times, no matter where she was, whether she was

doing, I love you.

 

                                                                 written by  Jason Woo

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