Love is like a circle, it has no place to start and end. I keep coming and going, and then one day we must return to where we started.
In the cold winter of that year, I met him accidentally. From cold eyes looked at each other not his frown, it has attracted me. I did not know she was even more layers 11 days anxious and very naive, and yet it has been conquered by him. Then passing day, thanks to the naive calculation, like getting used to, it seeks to understand him, proactive contact to anh.Cha he often told "seek pile of buffalo but who would pile in search of buffalo," but it has to find him there. The first is the message accidentally, then clearly such conversation topics and it has vun for emotional ours. Each day, each hour passes, so on our feelings grew, did not know we were in love ever since. Grade 11 with his first emotions, the love that has brought us so many memories, so now you have stepped into a new life, the lives of her students remember it forever.
I remember the afternoon that day, a rainy afternoon bike ride together to school grind. I dully stand in front of the class with ao wet rain, wind slightly rush of feeling will bring chilly. Struggling, confused ... from behind him gently to coat his step brother. Your face turns red, my heart beating slightly faster, warm feeling suddenly rushing back ... called him the Prince whispered my heart. Happy, just wanted to embrace him so fast ... fast ...

I do not remember, the time we meet, we were together every rainy sky. Rain as a companion in love ours ... Happiness comes and goes in me silently, quietly. Happiness is not promptly vun had trouble clearing emotions, not enough attention had to stop it completely. He always thought that I had found happiness and joy of your own ... but it was wrong. He, who brings warmth, smile, people who know how it feels to love daydreaming of school age. Now, he himself left gaps in its heart. He is no longer of concern, love and lead it to go out again, he has changed, simply because the presence of a third person. I do not know, it's about time that it deprived, suffering how, seemed insurmountable.
I do not know, it's like heart sank when he saw him hand in hand, happy with another girl that is not it. It's hate, hate you, hate fake people, hate the love of his hands to catch fish. Loved it then and still interested in you, do not forget to remind me a private message and the phone goes to sleep early you wake up every morning you. Loved it and still miss you, call me "good lover" jingo. Their breakup, why so cheesy to me. However, his game, including the love story behind the numerous questions posed in the beginning of it, saying why he came back to her and leaving it alone, why you all love it, why do instead change so quickly ... why ...?
Know him, hate him, hate him, but it still can not master his heart because it missed him, wanted to talk with him, simply because it can not forget him. Know him, the more he hated, he hated it as the more love you more than that, as far back as I remember him more. Love it very simple. I do not know, it's self-deprecating as myself are not eye-catching as the other girls, but it does engender confidence that it's true love for him.
That day and now has almost four years, we met again in the warm spring day, it's raining, the rain drizzling spring replacement for, we hugged each other in joy. Love sometimes we just come and go quietly, quietly, and then melt every case, all happiness comes suffering, but perhaps so that we become more mature, appreciate and tolerate each other more than not him. Now my love far, far, far geographical distance, but his spirit away game, I believe that just have confidence, have empathy, sharing the love of us will be meeting pay. Four years is not a long time, but not too short but maybe it is sufficient to demonstrate the love of his turbulent. Brother, now it has 20, it was big enough for more mature thinking, it has itself recognized that "to love, then love will come to know the love will wait to return" because it believes that a sincere love will follow people go away forever. And finally the tears of it has become an invaluable gift for what they define as challenging ... love back, we all come together biking trails full of happiness that ...