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Love is when he is, only him in his eyes, when he is not there, everything has his shadow.
I like it when I read the book in the middle of the night, I suddenly remembered him, imagine what he did now, and the heart was warm, but never called him. After a few minutes, the attention is re-attracted by the plots in the book. Love is in the lonely night, thinking about the tide, but I can't see the book in my hand, I can't see him in my heart, I still have time to work, I haven't eaten dinner, is it as I want him to think about him? Think of yourself.
I like it is to discuss the face of the problem with him, and you will not be able to admit defeat like a hedgehog in front of him, but he has already admired his talent in his heart. Love is to consistent with his own steps, and yourself with your own soul. He is unhappy with a joke to make yourself in an instant emotional and even tears. In front of him, he never guards.
I like to go out to send him a text message, telling him that the weather is very good, then turn off the phone, playing alone for a week, sunny, suddenly appearing in front of him, scared him. Love is, no matter where you want to have him. You can stand on the sea to make a mobile phone, let him listen to the sound of the waves; you can also see a backhon in the street of a foreign land.
I like it is a simple road in front of him, "all the way is safe", watching the back of his departure, there is a little unhappy in your heart, but nothing, just silently waiting for his return. Love is that he is going to have a thousands of 咛 咛 咛 咛 千 千, 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 满 走And in the days when he walked, the heart is uncertain, and he prayed in a past, he will return safely.
I like it when I was injured, I didn't want him to see my fragile side. I went quietly in front of him. It was still a superiority. Love is when I am wrinkled, I crawled in his chest and didn't have a concern. I told him all the troubles all, and I was eager to get comfort from his arms.
I like it is to go shopping with him to visit KFC; it is in the cold winter and he grabbed a cup of hot coffee; it is walking side by side in the middle of the street; it is in front of the computer with him; Two people laughing like a child. Love is to make a few good dishes in the weekend. I have a few good dishes. I have a good dish. He eats; it is in the cold winter to continue to keep hot water for his coffee cup; Your own hand; it is quiet next to him, happily looked at him to concentrate on the computer.
I like to listen to him talking about my childhood, then laugh, my heart has a inexplicable touch. Love is to listen to him to make your childhood fun, then smile, and more pity in the heart, this man who has been so toned.
I like it to hit him in the corridor, and I am happy with him, and I have a few words, I have seen the bright sunshine outside the window, and the mood is not good. Love is in the corridor, I am fitting with an expression, but I am careful when I am shocked, I can't help but look back.
I like to see him and another girl hold hands, there is a little bit in my heart, but I will quickly rush up the sun again. Love is a lost game. After all, left, may be just a scar of the bottom of the heart.
