I used to think peace is in his arms. But now, everything is different ...

So back to the receiver. You go on the road and try to inhale the fragrance of milk chest full season faintly in the street. Suddenly want to wear skirts and pedal kick up, hair flying in the wind, flying in the wind nostalgia ...

I do not love him. But memories are something, whether it was forever trying to remove not bear to leave. I lived through the time period, sometimes almost reached out to touch it.

For example, think about the future.

For example, holding the phone in hand, pressure on ears almost immediately heard a deep voice I'm here. What's going on?

Or wonder. I never new peaceful?

Now you peace. I used to think peace is in his arms. In fact it is not, you have peace when alone. Enjoy your life now, do not worry about tomorrow, or the day after that day we will be like? Will come together with like when there are too many gaps, too much difficulty, obstacles abound? Love is supposed to bring people joy, the warmth, but you and I increasingly tired and there is no faith in the future. I realized, sometimes not cowardly abandon dare not face, can not be at the next step, to give up the courage to give yourself and the other person happy one another.

Very long long time. I still can not forget.

Sometimes you just have to go breathe in memoir

For example, the road full of memories that I go through today alone

Or write notes about the evening he sat like this

I realize that I'm old, wrinkly and moldy going to be. During the "youth" he did hang around with him, he only knew ... now tell others you love to know about any difficulties. Which are you afraid hard, afraid of suffering, afraid to step forward and overcome laziness.

So are you still hanging around alone, dating freedom to wander with friends in the afternoon idle. But long before you will see how beautiful life really is.

I used to think life is just nice to have him. Actually not, life is beautiful when you are alone. Because he no longer loves you, you self loving yourself.