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Almost every day he gave me a call, tell me the care and miss.
phone line over there like he always know what to do, probably because I always sound like a touch of cold, clear-cut after a brief few words hang up the phone. That do not know why, our hearts always feel very far apart, very far away. Perhaps it is the understanding of ordinary people talking about? Should not, I think I was really willing to spend a lifetime with him.
hung up the phone after the beep sound in a long time, my mind always takes some time to adjust to the quiet. Every time the phone, I can feel his thoughts rolling several times to say the words, do not know why he did not say it. I probably really good strong, man is no place for. Therefore, every word, he feared to hurt like something, carefully. Over time, the kind of distance, I always kind of heartache. Precisely, he's such a heartache for me is incomprehensible. Text, only the text to understand my heartache.
a grass, is also the nature of the decoration; a seedling will become the pride of the fall; a tree is a combination of the forest; a single-plank bridge, but also toward the other side of the channel. A person, in the end to be what another person? Rely on? Who is in the final rely on? In particular, like me, a lonely woman stronger, used alone, can not think of any reason to rely on a man.
such as yesterday. Yesterday, a man moved into a new house, furniture, bags of all sizes, all of a person playing their own good. Sometimes, I also want to appear fragile, I do not understand, how have the strength to carry those big heavy bulky items. I only know that in this strange city, I must rely on their own to rely on their own. Lonely for a drifting away from home, call home, just have a free space for vulnerable soul, just a place to rest after work to sleep. In addition to the only house without any sense.
two days, the hot weather the Mende people crazy, in addition to physical discomfort, made me feel powerless to do anything. Fortunately, I still insist on moving around the house so; Fortunately, I can still continue to live [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], a man left free to live, can also be very happy. In the road of life, not herself, and I can still upright, walked gracefully. We do not know where to go next, but I like a person, do not pull no trip. A person to eat, a person to sleep, a person walking, a person shopping, a person talking to himself, a person laugh, a man cry.
when a person is the most real time. No human being of secular politics, there is no calculation insidious betrayal of humanity. Even if there are not a partner, all of these are also good. I like a person, a person's time, accompanied by melodious music, you can enjoy comfortable alone, carefully taste the faint flavor of Zheng in the unique loneliness [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], feeling the pathos of it [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the heart suddenly become soft, brittle.
a person's time, like quiet reading other people's stories. Sometimes it feels like a burst of smoke drifting across the text, and sometimes found in someone else's words may have been similar to the shadow, it is her shadow. Hurry to be casual and sometimes two, sometimes just laugh it off, come off without leaving any traces. Can often, those stranded in the text of the day, occasionally received a lot of friends who care about miss the message, the heart anomalies in the soft and touching moment. Be concerned about is a kind of happiness that comes from the text of the tenderness of a friendship is so natural not artificial, it is so sincere and not hypocritical.
want the text is the same, always put some kind of inner thoughts that can not be made to attract each other. Read my words people say I am very sad, sad people feel bad, people could not bear to look down. In fact, I'm not intentionally grief and do not want to show off happiness. Sometimes, I also fear an involuntary sadness rendering the words to express the intent of the original fear that those kind of sad scared happy wizard.
However, a place to stay for a long time, always bailing. A lively continued a long time, will be bailing. Network and fog, occasionally stopped for one or two words inviting meditation, and then smile, and that is to write the text between the word and a pleasure to read. Real naked soul, it seems to rely on the text, and read the text, also read a person. I look forward to such a person to understand, so that a person has been written.
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