A week seven days. On Saturday, I wanted to spend it with her; I miss her very much; Monday, I will say a few words; on Tuesday, she is still busy; Wednesday, she is in class at night; Thursday, it seems to have more troublesome Friday, happiness and pain.
Men should take the initiative, I know. Just, in front of her, I seem to be a little awkward. Ha ha. She said that it is for respect, I don't know if it is. Just, I am a personally reluctant person, and it is often in the first. Or, I would rather pet her. Yes it is. I will pet the woman you love.
On Saturday, climb the mountains. A total of 1300 multi-level stairs. Picking up slowly, I read her name. The apricot flowers bloom, the wind blows, the petals floats in the air, falls on the steps, on the body, the shares, there is a faint fragrance, enter the nose. Singing with the mouth "In that distant place, there is a good girl ...", actually attracted pedestrians. Ha ha. The five people are not full, and people are not harmful. Just, how can they know, I miss her.
The night is quiet, she is sleeping.
