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Love is like a pot of old wine, the more it grows. If you've never declare this love before, I do not know whether the other side loved you, wishful thinking, will this old wine into your grave, that grave of white flowers called in my heart will always be thin, shy boy, though you gain weight grow taller, but I loved the people that say nothing is always the little boy. We are a fast growing small
, you always like to bully your sister, my brother did not hurt me, love me, when the Hi annoying. In high school when you sat behind me in math gives me a headache every time the exam you will always pass me the answers, but I never said thank you [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], good math to help me think you should.
Later [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I moved, leaving the old house my grandfather lived in one, each time back to the old house I would look in your home, hope to see you [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the seeds of love is that time of it? Can see you can do? I was a young lady, I am sorry to find you can speak. Because of the lack of textbooks in our school, I was just looking for excuses to you by, write the book you sent over. Quickly sent the book to the above have you a strong bold font, and your paintings villain, it is certainly a masterpiece of your class. I touched the inside of a bookmark Or are you inadvertently left? Let me cranky many days.
I quickly go to work, not far from your school, and I desperately want to see you, but the girl's modesty I do not step feet. I miss you in the far guarding the heart of the trees grow too fast, let me make my heart endless suffocation. Finally heard the news of your college, New Year's Day when you sent me a greeting card is a hair above shrugged cat, you know I love kittens? I think you took the time out to see, the card has been kept to my marriage. I also make things difficult for you to buy me a knitting book, that on a cold day, a boy took me to write the title, is filled to find books, think about that scene on the cute. I sent a photo back to you, you say: heartbeat, incoherent. Colleagues are laughing at me, said: But you never said like me!
comes, then graduation I do not know you, you no reply, see you again, I have married, but my heart never stop thinking about you. When I think of you when wronged is my refuge; and his fight will stay in your dream I to you tell their broad shoulders. Have you all the days of the disaster can be solved, is that you give me the courage to re-live. It can only be in my heart, I know you have a beautiful home, who would have thought I loved you so quietly twenty years, long years, did not dilute my love for you. Dream always dream about you, the original miss a person is so sweet!
one day to go home to see the wrong foot, we took the children to a child's residence, where unexpectedly met you, you look at your family with parents, we find water to drink to your home. Where in fact did not drink? I just wanted to come see you, see you, I resist, blush to the neck, can not see you did not dare to speak. You sent us to the car, an old school see a visitor's face, you never liked me?
When I moved to the city you live the day I met you in the street, I was riding streets, Meng heard someone shouting back: Motorcycle hastily came over and asked: What, I think I did not hear, but be set at him, breaking up, you say: In the window waiting for you, watching you walk quietly, watching your back away, to not look at you is a blessing! I wrote a long letter and tell you how I loved you, what kind of miss you. I imagine you see the expression of faith, or even think you would personally tear up. I can not give you [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], cry a tear of the. Let the dream hidden in my heart and let me love you until the roots grow old in silence!
but I really want to ask you one: you loved me? When young, you loved me?