It is not clear how many times has a few to see "Tokyo Love Story", and like the sun is high in one afternoon, sitting quietly on the sofa at home, let the sun accompanied me, and xiang, experiencing a love that.

Xiang love of Kanji make him feel heavy, so no results. Kanji expectations time and time again the confession, but it still did not respond in any way. "I have again and again knock on the door, pound, pound, ... ... Kanji, you answered my, ah, pound, pound, but you always sound." Xiang crying crystal tears ... ... the long wet eyelashes, shiny is exceptionally bleak.

If a start I know that this is not the outcome of a relationship, I will love without reservation do?

I love xiang is so similar. But I did not she was so persistent. Although our results were the same. Maybe a lot of love is not the time for the process of emphasis on the results. In fact, the last who was abandoned, who is lost, there is no distinction of right and wrong. Since love, we must observe the rules of love. I love a lengthy process, the result is surprisingly simple - is the word "failure." Always think he is very free and easy, always think they have already put this feeling down, but my words have betrayed my soul. A put pen to paper and writing are based on the tragedy at the end of love, written in all my pent-up memories. Maybe it is the real me! When my soul from my body, everything is back to the most primitive state. No need to hide, but there is no need to install a strong stronger. Suddenly thought of a lyrics seem to fit such a desolate night - When & nbspI & nbspneed & nbspyou, & nbspI & nbspjust & nbspclose & nbspmy & nbspeyes & nbspto & nbspmy & nbspmind. (When I miss you, I will be The eyes closed, immersed in his thoughts inside.)

There are many memories in every casual moment will appear in my mind, bit by bit, but many, many. Have heard of such a word - when you get old, every recollection of events, you will find that you once again alive. Memories are a great asset, but also the root of a lot of people suffering. Perhaps we sometimes worry too much, just because we very good memory. If you can forget the past, I probably would not have been so desperate; but if you can let me choose, I would rather endure the pain is not willing to give up the only thing he left me.

Read your own text, there is a nameless desolate, perhaps only in such a quiet night, I will complete the release of himself, his own wound revealed. Sometimes ask themselves, so alive in the end you tired? But the total did not answer. Time is passing day by day. Still no response from the depths of my heart. Like "pound, pound, ... ..." after silence.

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If I had the opportunity to re-live once, I will choose you know him?
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Everyone is a line segment, with a piece of paper, draw long, it will inevitably intersect. If we really destined, it is absolutely not to miss. Whenever, wherever, there is always such a man, accompanying you, never tired. Because he is your fate. Do not know when the two segments after the intersection of line segments into a parallel there is no chance of a reunion then? I do not have the answer. But I still look forward to.

I can eat a person, a person shopping, a person to learn ... ... but love, I can a people?

"I love you, Kanji!" Xiang more than to say it again. But she is still ahead by on the train, left him. Sometimes a person may not necessarily love with him. Hide in a corner, looked at him and her, to record his every movement, every smile, every glance, it seems he was just one person. Because it is not important. Love is also the original can be a person.

Enjoy a feeling, in a warm air Xuxu De afternoon, listening to their favorite songs, any note between the flow through the heart. Perhaps this is not the pain of love ... ...