I am a girl born May 7. He was born May 12. She was born at the summer. He used to cry about the cold winter time. I just finally important things. He appreciated about the first moments.

I love to write, love to read, like watching a silent blade attachment morning dew. He computer, keyboard, gaming drunk. I always escape the crowds, searching for peace in a small corner of the city blonde. He enthusiastically simmering organizations, associations, found itself useful when their contribution to the masses. I meticulous about cooking, dressing story.What you eat well, wear well done. I shrewd, impulsive, haughty and haughtily. England friendly, gentle, calm and jovial.

I came stubborn independence.

An independent British ruthless.

Then you suddenly think of what one called: Past - Present and Future

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The Past:

"Pig" - is the name reserved for you when you started to frequent. Gradually move to call "Bear", I do not know since when did calling him by that name anymore. I wonder if he can be called like this ever after or not? We started to come together in a blur, the teasing and lie, surely no one would think that one day I will be together like this even though no one "official" is the same. No need to confess, did not need flashy and Bear hoanj buried somewhere, right? Fig. I'm thinking about the past that a year ago they thought I was the happiest kid, then on my lips always standing a smile ...

I've been a very happy girl

I did not clarify this relationship will go nowhere. Nearly a year of love, time is not long nor short, and like other couples sometimes funny, sad times, happy times and quarrels, anger. I 22 - I 25, is too young to have a family but was too old to tease with love. In fact, a new day begins you never thought that I would love him and also said that it never happens anymore there. **

But then ... life ... do not understand why so anymore, though it's nothing a child - no more and no less apart from me but do not know, so that I worried for him while crying him. I do not understand why I can cry for a stranger, for you tears are a luxury that ... And I still want to know why? Though sometimes I really hate him, trying to provoke him away, even while arguing that its not even look at each other again.

And then .... when I hold you, I do not feel the superficial, I feel sure, I feel the strength from him, relieved to rely both children in his arms. When you take me home, he stopped, waiting for them to open the door and stepped inside, he was turned away ...

I like the happiest girl, I wish this winter, it's back to back holding hands nhanh..minh walk, he rubbed her tiny hands in the palm of his big big. He sputtering aromatic grilled corn Sword lake gave me before, his face anxious to see when you cough and cold than warm hug from him. Every message "you came home from school yet, cold? Eat what" you feel happy too. I hugged him tightly, his walk Westlake to face the wind blew and no more, but his café dating, and the beginning of love "Long Bien Bridge" windy night.:) ... Many memories too have not you ... I love you, just like that. I do not "standing mountain, the mountain looks it," not "bait catcher", nor "old joints" or "poverty taking extra rich" you, sir, because if they both fell in love with trying to No.

Many times I asked myself, why are you easy affection for him so much? Still know, love always has its reasons, and it may be comforted by all the troubles it causes, but is this love, I was comforted or to get more than a serious mistake again? But whatever the answers are, they have allowed themselves the right to love you with a love that does not start, not the end, no hope, no waiting and at the mercy of the future, and silently hope it sailing tailwind.