One day, the sky was blue, the sun is yellow and the wind still look sweet but his eyes you can not find yourself in it ...

Is there a day earlier that between late autumn and fresh, I woke up, opened the window and looked out a large patch of sky alternating green foliage, suddenly found peace awfully. Dormant phone on the table, not a sign of contact from him. I asked myself really looking forward to that or just a habit?

We come together in love, but very warm rush. As the conviction came to love but not elated. Back then, they broke up the old, leaving him just one person he loves. It seems that the days of loneliness and isolation that binds us together in a gelatinous substance called peer and greater understanding of selfish love.

They say he is not right, that once went through the stumble of a situation, people will know how to love and cherish more than the next person? I can see it, feel it very clear in every meeting dating, my hand always clutching his hand not leaving, in every moment apart from your heart is not jealousy or suspicion that that is the trust can not be described in words. I believe that love, trust the feelings he has for me and the toroidal chaos when you only find with you ...

But in a very strange day, the sky was blue, the sun is yellow and the wind still fresh, I looked at his eyes and could not find her in there. I lean on my shoulder, he said his heart suddenly becomes confusing. Their holding hands, kissing strangers lips. Strained to make both hugged each other as far-fetched. Love fine when chewing, and his own children are unknown.

People talk about the breakup, the breakup of a love affair with words sad and heart-rending. Sometimes people just stop listening and tears. But there really is so not him?


Because I love it all, so I had feelings for each other when it is complete, is a full circle. A circular path, even though the short term, I also went together, sweet as could be.

Because I love it all, past memories, even sad though fun, is also pleased recollections, to hide in their heart, to become part of May.

Because I love it all, faded nostalgia I smiled and reassured her, we can only go together one roads. And it is great to stand away from that path look back, I still feel my heart ring softly, I fell in love like that, so beautiful.

Because I love it all, go for another blessing, the best feelings. Emotional integrity and non-circular cracks, not so great?

Because I love it all, please do not tell others that they broke up. By all means love and where I will let go. Only his head is two-pronged, hand held completely original in nostalgia, part of the golden years. Just as I have loved all, is not he?