Finally, the night is quiet, listening to the quiet music, and strives to calm down to knock out words.
I didn't expect that I would like to like it so much, I didn't expect her to miss her so. Moreover, even her face has never seen. How many times, this is true feeling? From when, think about her to night? When I started, I thought she would feel sweet? From when, chantly love her voice?
Listening to her in her mind, she told her to do with that person, to experience, tell her, ordinary, persistent, beautiful. Under your heart, think of thin thinking, deeply moved. For those words, text, that ordinary warmth. Dreaming, becoming her "that person". For her, she will stop, do what she wants to do, and I want to go. Have the warm ordinary with her.
Still calm down. It has to spend a long Saturday Sunday. So long, completely without her news, I can't feel her breath. I have to go back to her mobile phone number, I will refuse her, maybe I am too direct, maybe I am too insistence.
In the morning, she said to me, "These days, I need quietly think about it, I want absolute quiet." Silent, at that moment, hate yourself is a stupid that will not knew. I know, at this time, many things happened, also known, some things, need quiet to think. However, I really, really, I want to hear her voice and see her message. Start, sitting, staring at the screen, looking at the people in the group to talk; start, lost soul, I don't know what it is.
Now, listen to this quiet music, quietly feel that the feeling of the Turning belly.
Ok, stupid, I love you.
