At the 20th birthday, after the friend scattered, I took a cold coffee, put the fireworks rod, and only one sentence in the brain: she is more lonely than the fireworks. After the fireworks discharge, the night sky is very void, and my loneliness is more than this.
At the 22nd birthday, the "Little Principal" of my favorite book, close the title page, look at the stunning scorpion in the mirror, can not help but self-pity: I only wait for the fox, when Can you encounter a real little prince?
On the 23rd birthday, there is a inexplicable expectation, the work is not busy, but the heart is unprecedented, and the next ringtone is more like a soul, I will take me straight, I am afraid to let him wait. He didn't come out, but I was first smiled in the colleague. I finally waited for his appearance, and the mood was actually awkward. I am afraid that I am not beautiful enough in his eyes. We are close to each other, I don't know why, I feel that there is a long time, it is good, as if a second, it is also a thousand years.
Don't return home, open the gift, and find it is a can of sugar, and smirk him: You want to die. The finger is free to all-in-one - there is a box. Take it out and don't comment on the strips in the tank. I am very careful, "sweet words." The mouth is so sweet, but my heart is really sweet.
I called him to explain with him, but he said that this 23 pair of candy is passed. I am moving together, if he is around, I will definitely can't help but hold him to share my ecstasy.
The next day, after reading the notes, put the sugar granules and touched the warmth of the heart, it was really hard to do so.
P.s: In fact, I have never thought about him late, what is the breath? And the big bear he didn't send, I don't care, I am not a greedy person, the can sweet candy is enough.
