He said his farewell. Tough, no little pain in words. He stood watching him, he looked away, tears flowing down his face. He did not chase it ...

***

Everyone thinks him and it was hard to mix, a relatively small talk, cold, never show emotion and never others know what you think.

As it is, the kids always fast chatter like a baby, as it somewhat impulsive, want to do something is to try to live to die trying to make it work, sometimes it without thinking and do not need to know the action of it will result in nothing.

Yet he, and it's love, you go out flood protection: the right is a pair of offset each other too reasonable. It looked at him smiling happily, perhaps, it loves him because he is him, because he kept a stern, cold just like, just never agree to do whatever it ...

happy couple

He lives happily with simple things, it always brings a smile is the opposite. He always knows how to make other people feel more optimistic and love life, but it also knows how ... something destructive or cause unpredictable consequences.

He was busy with a ton of work, it roam and wander all day is not bored, it has plenty of time to lament him depressed, have plenty of time to expose this game to point it out to tease him . But all the same problem as every time I have said something exactly like "you got it wrong, learn to apologize."

It cried, how many times he made ​​it cry. He's finished speaking and turned away the cold, and even a hug no.

He always keeps a straight face, sometimes it shows me like a silent statue confusing, and want to explore the inside of the statue to the fact that it's more difficult.

It's like texting, calling and you just like to say a few words to fast, it's like messaging by such new feelings and true lovers together. But I do not like the message, because he is always busy. Sometimes it carefully so down he sat texting him words of love, but it did not show until after the reply message, or if there is just the line curtly "ok" or "uh".

Perhaps the difference is so big it's too fussy, he was always serious and tough.

Friends gather it like on the weekends, when they dragged lovers eager to go along. And it was always lonely traveling alone, it buon.Lu any time you ask it to say that he is busy this help sell it, you would not really like to go along with it to places like that. You do not like noisy, he said that he did not come to him and the more comfortable you feel. But what he thought was the wrong stick, it believes that, if he, it would be more fun, more fun.

It always hated him busy, he always hated indifferent to it, and it also stars that hate him always regarded it as kid. But he said he loved it, my love weird, and that love makes it groggy ...

sad

Its your birthday boy, it's your call inviting him to, it's suspense, not knowing that he has to or not?

And then, he came, he did not catch it, it goes with you. But it also feels happy that he finally did it not disappoint. But he came bearing gifts, sit a while and then stand up for permission to leave, so sure it's turned indifferent "to play with your children in light, he could be tied up before".

It does not know how to tell you, it was really nice to wear tonight when he sees it to be gorgeous, but he did not glance at it once.

He drank a lot of alcohol, it was not that it was drinking too much alcohol, groggy mind it, it fills the whole mind is his image. Why is it people like me but love, why you were always tepid? He could not answer that question, it's just that drunken men are gradually absorbed, and all around it blurred, become an illusion ....

It wakes up, head pounding pain. Two provinces have not you it's still an odor concentration anonymously, it felt uncomfortable, like crushed throat and stomach pain may be intense because the wine is quite strong.

It looked at the phone, was 10am. He asked if it was a private message provinces yet. In memory, it dimly remembered, apparently taken it from the birthday party is he. He remembered the way he put it on, it was how much whining, blaming him it was, frankly, it was really bad when I step through every day with lukewarm love it.

Suddenly you remember all that, it feels real shame, because I've seen it in the form that it was said and how it should not say anymore. It's back again more problems ....

- Do not tiring?

- ... I'm still tired, very sore head, throat, stomach anymore. It faltered narrative.

- Did not know it was drinking alcohol as much.

- Em ...

- The drunk is never known to control his actions, next time do not be like that anymore!

- He !!! I do not care why you like that, he just scolded you know one, you stop it!

- Do children really, not thinking before doing anything at all. This time he angry that, you think for yourself to see how right or wrong.

He hung up the phone, it knows what to say, even though she knows it's wrong, but he probably did not give it more tolerant or what, I do not give it your attention instead of scolding it. That reason it is becoming so by him, he was the one to blame ...

He cried, tears taste salty, it hurts, it's painful heart for you. Everything blurred around, shattered. He had never intended to give it a proper position as lovers, whether it can continue again? No, it can not, it feels tired.

Love and tears, something that has the more poignant?

love and tears

He said his farewell. Tough, no little pain in words. He stood watching him, he looked away, tears flowing down his face. He did not chase it ...

One day, two days, three days .... He has no contact with it.

Three days, four days .... a week goes by. Phone still not found its familiar ring tone to vibrate.

It wants to see you, it's to tell you that it missed you, very much. He knew it was wrong. Now, no one had mentioned it to eat and drink, and nobody listened patiently enough stories of its moisture level and no one's arms tightly, a strong shoulder when it's real tired.

Today is his birthday. Rain, rain, rain it off, despite torrential rain. Entering the place to find it familiar, everything around it looked. It missed him so much ... It was so wrong then, it has done many things wrong, how many stupid things, but I forgive it. But this time, maybe ... It scared goodbye ...

- See someone an idiot like me? Take in the rain without an umbrella bring.

- British ... his voice trembling.

- I'm sorry, you are wrong.

It hugged him, it cried, tears of frustrations, tears of happiness. It had missed him so much. It wants to know if you still mad at it again. It has long wanted to know everything ... it's still a question

"I want to tell you that I love you., But sometimes he was afraid, he had to be strict with me, because I want you to have the field more and more thinking.'m Afraid if he is effeminate, then the 'll love our fragile. stop crying does, he just pretended anger me. "

Turns out a few tears of love there are other aftertaste.