When love pass

christosau

I started to pick up a pen to write us this love story.
but now I have nothing to write. I feel unable to express, not to tell this love, this love. Even if I waited a full two years to calm my mood.
Although two years after you were to almost every day of your smile, your words are never left me, but I have to admit, it has become increasingly short blurred. I began to suspect that you are not going to forget you? However, I know: how can something unforgettable so easy to slip away?
promised you, regardless of our outcome, I will turn it into a text, sent to you. End came quickly, as we smiled and said, not long after these words. But I had no thought of writing this text actually waited for two years. I thought: later write, may be right in the face of this end, an objective assessment of who is in between us. However, until tonight, very serious as long as we remember that not long but it is pure love, my heart is still trembling endless pain. Promise you can write articles, promised to climb Huangshan hand in hand with you how to achieve the promise of it?
write this, I am sad smile [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], for that one - commitment to the wind!
two years, I have seen a pair of eyes that night under the dim lights of the eyes. Eyes is calm water, my heart began to endless frenzy. To this day I do not know: that night, how I stole from you in the eyes of my heart rush to escape. How could I resist such a magical eyes.
pull the hand you pull my car, with a sinking heart I bounce endless, and I fly to ride away, not daring to look back at you. And that moment [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], you are not shed tears? Forgive me, old boy, a 23-year-old confusion of first love.
in read what is written in your eyes when they know what to do. I know: I love to at that moment passing from me. Two years, I tried to take that road look, then cast by the eyes of our love. If that moment can be repeated ... ...
long and lonely night [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I saw pieces of the millennium that I dressed in robes standing in the wind;
shouts and I used to do this, for Poets; but It was actually imprison me, is that it prevents me - the phase which can hold hugged edition!
is bitter it? I asked myself, we fall apart.
I think that is love.
understanding our eyes, our hearts beat together, I know you see my eyes full of tenderness. And I know from your letter: you still want to hear the phrase - I never said that the export of 23 years, then. My eyes are not strong enough it? Or phrase is: love! ?
until now, I do not know why you go? I then need you [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Is that sentence I did not say it? Is the night I run away? Any reason you can not say anything, but after that every letter, suggesting that: you have too tired.
break up without reason, love the no right or wrong; This I understand.
that more than two years, I still can not abandon it dressed in a gown, because it has to dissolve in the blood of my my life. But I seem to know a lot: What can keep it under water, the roots, what can enmesh the day wandering the edge.
People often say:
after the loss of love I used to stand in the evening, the window the moment the setting sun like blood ... ...