Belief called on in the day the wind panic, click the little life where his witty, cynical where children, and that is faith shaken. Wide long life, May wait, out of 7 billion people we find each other, but to be together forever, it will not be easy.

 

He often told me that: "Trust me!"

 

Everything you do, the way you go, you have to go hard, like always, there are a pair of outstretched hand when I need to, eyes watching, always towards the heart. I put my hand all soft, worries, where he put all my heart into tiny, only know love naive, foolish belief. And as a most unexpected fall, he no longer keep his promise, he demolished gave me confidence.

 

He still is he that is not him. I'm me, but deep in the government's eyes were dim little unsteady flutter. Is love enough to believe yet? As for love, but skip all, brushed his heart to believe reasonable? Knowing how to say this, keep on wiping tears threatening to fall headlong corner of the eye, heart too soft blame only.

 

Faith - once you slip, cognizable known about, drop back in place our heart center. Can not resist the shield of faith, saying that information, but in the eyes of my lips handed, had a bulkhead ever created. Belief as a talkative child, when told there, when told no, still stands there today, tomorrow was going to play Where's run.

 

 

Not without faith, is always news, always trying to believe, but this little hands are not strong enough to hold on any longer, the pain is too great, can not be surrendered. As a small tree branches sprouting in the afternoon storm, tree wants to stand forever, but the rain bucket cross wind, how to hold land plants when the soil is no longer wanted to hug the tree ...

 

Forgiveness is possible, collective trust again and then, if he can still make you fall again? He promised, no, I do not promise more! You do not need empty promises lips. Please feel for you, sometimes when you looked deep into his eyes looking for something a little, trying to grab a fulcrum to walk hand in hand with him.

 

I still dream of a day, without proofs, no need to quibble, just close your eyes, police yen, though far from certain, but he stood there waiting, the waiting children. There is no lack of love is trust, to believe, to learn how to believe and because they believe in love forever. And from here, are you a little older, a little stronger. Love yourself a little more to your taste, "forgiveness", they do not try again you well, you are not strong enough to tolerate what he saw him.