Honey, I think you, in the midnight moment lying in bed, eyes open, over and over again to reprove our printed memory. Far from the train sounded muddy voice thundered, run over by a long absence, longing, and run over my shallow sleep. Then, these words like you write a letter, a letter signed by the people you miss.
The day you suddenly made a lot of temper, told me: break up. Perhaps at that moment, you have not thought about my feelings. Do you think we were together a very small chance, let go seems to be a relief. But I can not control their emotions, some disorders. Again and again and again to keep you, weak flow of tears. Dear, and ultimately you promised I will not leave, I touched you?
When you are angry to say a very simple but also hurt the day you said to me the more uncomfortable the more you happy, you say very good so there is nothing wrong ... I cried fake oakleys, but you still pretend nothing. I seldom mention every word you said, but I have not forgotten. When you call me, I also angry, fight back with their own, because I am afraid of losing you. Kind of heaven and earth rotation dizzy feeling I'm lost.
The reason I mention it is not blame you, nor is it to ask for your understanding, but only because I was afraid without you. Sometimes your sarcastic comments, I will feel tired, you are out of control I have a feeling of weightlessness. Not know if you regret something, do not know if there is one day you say break up if I do not have the strength to retain what would happen. Your resolutely always like a wall, slumped breaking down in anger at midnight.
Of course, I also know that doing wrong things in the world of two people's feelings is often not a single error. I often say that they will work hard to take the struggle, may still remain nothing. Something to maintain two of our feelings, and the integration of spiritual and material. Many problems are that kind of clarity, therefore no fear, though sometimes powerless. I'm not struggling so pessimistic about the mire, I'm just looking for the piece tangible way to the reality.
The feelings of many I owned up to you to feel comfortable, I want you to lie in my arms listening to the heartbeat of voice, so that you know your love is true. Instead, you said a ridiculous dream. I make every effort to express their pain and loss, it is only in confession you. In addition to this with the attitude, I give you too insignificant.
You are a lovely thought pretty sexy, I always feel lucky, I think so. I love and you are lucky treasure and the best answer rather than relying on. Some of the ideas in my heart you do not understand, so we sometimes misunderstanding, heart questioned. I would also like to tell you, those thoughts come out frankly is difficult, I could not find a suitable language, only feeling can not be said.
Do not know the definition of these words into a letter right, in a letter written in an interval of six hours, fell asleep last night how I wanted to write. The house is very cold, my head hidden in a blanket, crowing sound heard outside the unexpected sharp replica oakleys, piercing my heavy thoughts, loneliness Xiasha. Letter to you, there are many gaps, but also can not be replaced.
Honey, I did not forget that he is the arrival of Valentine's Day night to write to this short span of a letter. At dawn, the morning light spilled down. Wrote a number of text you want to think that a clear heart to read, if you have read, it is my lucky.