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Fleeting time

5. ledna 2012 v 6:44

I know, none of whom can never flower flowers open.
I know, none of whom flowers flowers can be lost forever.
So I slowly lost obscure, slowly put down alert, so fleeting wound like a flower blooming, and then state those years I mistakenly thought the love

Met him, I never love so deep so biting, and even now looking back, all is fleeting in his Qianyindichang actually. I thought everything from the past, he does not stick, I thought it was only because he was tired, tired mind, I thought like everyone said, as he was not that the right people, I thought ... maybe nothing. Some people say that fight was crazy exchange, but did not roar off from beginning to end, is me. I do not quarrel no trouble, was destroyed in an instant feeling; I said nothing, pain in the moment of my anesthesia. I have been silent, but I want to know those words are not my lifetime answer. I closed his own, cut off contact with him, give it to him the wish to meet new people. When I realized that what has been done, I fear, cold sweat and panic just do not know why the rest of the body.

The emergence of people caught off guard love, not arranged without a script, just a split between the eyes one kind of affair. How crazy is smaller than the pursuit of an electric shock between the heart and the heart, find the time when they have caught them can not extricate themselves.

He laughed very sunny, very humorous, learning is also very good, but also gives a small gestures between the bad feeling, in short, like the type of girl. I do not know it was not like himself when in contact with him will always be inexplicable intimacy, his every word sounds very comfortable. Perhaps fate may be only coincidental, Division of Arts and placed in a class when we. I did not even thought of sublimated into love of friendship, and now in retrospect that was with him every day seems to get along with sweetness. Do not know where so many coincidences with him I have the opportunity to do when I write blackboard newspaper he would paint strokes, chorus, when I will command the game he is the lead singer, poetry readings, when we have the same is planning ... His buddies are my friends, my girlfriends are so much noise with his open, and the feelings between us has been very subtle, is more than friendship, but friendship, like love is not love.

Seventeen-year-old is a pure feeling, but the proliferation of the season, after my life with the most important group of friends together every day, slapstick, our reckless policies on teachers, brothers and sisters under the small response. Study hall time will always be divided into two parts, is really a small part of learning, another small part is pretending to learn, really learn Needless to say, it must be done in the hard questions, and those who pretend to learning is really funny, because not allowed to speak, there will be teacher supervision on the podium, you will find a group of people passing notes, and play hide the phone, put the headphones to listen to music or radio sleeve, but also there are so few Wuzui lucky, if lucky you may even see someone with eye contact! I just pretend to learn where an army, he was passing notes to me the most, we are that very few boring to communicate with one eye, the boy's eyes careful as sometimes naughty sometimes speak as bright, hidden inside I want to know everything. (Or you can write every time he can understand what my eyes ah, brings together a look between us a thousand words), to be honest, until now I still think that time is the most beautiful and happy memories.

If you do not have that summer of tentative chat, tentative confession, or until graduation, as we will always dream of flying until their respective universities, but when the chat window appears that the words, the world suddenly quiet, I heart like a jump, as if to shake hands and feet not like shaking, finger instantly becomes cold, sudden confused mind does not want to mess anything up, but the most clear is that the sun of his smile, is bright as bright. When he then asked, "We are together right?" When I hand a word Qiaoxia curious coincidence, "ah.". I do not know that their feelings, though he does not belong to this world the moment.

Then we deserved together, doing the most romantic thing, says the most romantic note, I make notes to help him solve problems he taught me, the teacher occasionally outside the line of sight doing the intimate act, But unlike the beginning of love, more like an extension of the previous paragraph. While still in high school, but I am even more convinced that this boy is what I need. Love people crazy, crazy I can not care about everything, go fuck provisions to fuck puppy love.

Like a story written by the same bad outcome would be a good start, but a good start but there is often a bad end. I went through the process of starting and fairy-tale, but the devil got the same outcome. Debated, a pain that I do not want to go to write, to let it dissipate it. I will call the story of the fleeting year ago, last year after the attitude we choose to face each other friends. No sorry there is no embarrassment, so loved for three years to maintain the state to pay close friend, just politely tell us that long can not go back. Because the feelings have died in the party do not trust, all dead things are often only memories.

Fleeting took away some of the feelings of some people, leaving left a good memory, I well, that was enough.
 

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