Love only can humble people without dignity, but so willingly.
When you smile, I can only 're far away because I was not the first one you want to share; when you are not happy, I will quietly stay by your side to accompany you sad, to give you comfort; when you need me, I will lay down the thing in hand, wait for them to immediately appear in your side; when you do not need me, I will silently waiting behind you.
Sometimes wake up at night, you sleep, turn the phone would like to see your message, board QQ want to see that you have no online. In the dead of night when your mood is even more urgent, the heartbeat feel even more real.
Sometimes, you want tears unwittingly fall foakleys, I do not know that tears mean anything. It has been said, the heartache, the tears will naturally flow out. Perhaps, I want you till it hurts.
The painful thing: love the one you love, but love with someone; knowing their loved ones to love others, but still like moths Surrounded by deep.
Love is sometimes delicate, sometimes rough. Love you, what are the reason, do not love you, what are the grounds.
Woman to pay 100% of love, hope to get the What Women Want love; men to pay 50 per cent of the love, hope to get the love of a woman 100%. Women are more prone to injury, men are more likely to withdraw.
I once tried not to love you so much, but hear you say 'baby', I went back to the starting point.
I would rather own grievances, and do not want to see you sad ...
Standing bifurcation junction, and left right away, this choice is helpless and tangled. In the end, I chose to leave.
I pretend to be strong, the moment you turn away, the tears, like flash floods, like the collapse.
Love the original, still, but was powerless to save.
I would like to give you happiness, but you refuse the heart outside the door.
Perhaps, you never loved me; perhaps, you never feel bad over me. You can wantonly to me, I never blame you, because I love you.
This time, let you go, not because I do not love you, and Pa Zhipa love is a kind of injury.
The end of the road cheap oakleys, fear not the departure from the beginning; there is no end to adhere to, for fear abandoned youth.
Escape may be the face of an alternative. The time is positive.
Remember the phrase: the first love is more like a flame, and finally the more will be extinguished by the wind ...
Some people, holding hands will become separated; some people got separated, there will be another hand.