It turns out that before now, you and I both run deep in their own emotions and forget the rest, only to blame, then selfish together. We do, ever, ever understand each other, not him? There must be more in love then everything becomes awfully familiar to forget the existence of the enemy? I believe that our love is still deep. I believe that I still love you as ever and I still trade him forever. If not, you did not remember killing his skin at the moment, and his eye was not so tired! We only temporary farewell. We stopped only temporarily. We only temporary and not forever. It turns out that before now, you and I both run deep in their own emotions and forget the rest, only to blame, then selfish. We do, ever, ever understand each other, not him? Sometimes love is so much interest that becomes blurred, boring. But when we stop to see the interest that seems certain shortfalls. You and me silent. A silence so good to me uttering two words "hurt". It hurts a little when I realized this morning with a call from him, and last night I did not wait for a message flow beloved bedtime. There is little that distant afternoon when the weekend dating has been replaced by one where each person. Where did you go, what you do not know. What are you doing, he did not even go anywhere. Silence to love you ... Go into the streets, just a habit of waving hands turned to see him standing there. I was startled startled, oh we're going it alone, without him. I understand the feeling of the girl when broken love. Love almost completely disappeared. The heart is almost shattered. Just as almost alone, because somewhere the old days trellised memories that our hearts sank, miss. He was silent. I also did not bother to ask him stubborn. Nostalgia as a persistent unseasonal rain, just hit the carefree then suddenly melt quickly. Sometimes, it is more like a sunny summer afternoon in burning, and stinging them between the illusion, both familiar just strange. That, I understand. Apart then you will see the importance of each other. But dear, I just hope this silence is temporary, and not while forcing us apart forever, forcing her to look for a different love. I'm looking forward to the opening words from him, just quarrels, feuds are just not worth us like this. Love the colors too, not just bring a pink happy forever. The heart has its own reasons of the heart that reason can not argue with it. Just as the two lovers suddenly deepened apart in a long time, then returned to hold hands and go all the way left. I do not like to read the language, because I did not dare believe that love stories are true. So now that we fell into a script seemingly novel. Or alone, I end this story with a happy ending he okay. I ask him, he, too, love termination silence between two children invisible. We're back to loving each road section was filled past, back to love to paint the picture of happiness, is not he?