Love is when he is, there is only one person 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 was attracted to the plots in the book! Love is in the lonely night, thinking is like a tide, but I can't see it in my hand, I can't remember him at this time. Overtime, I haven't eaten dinner, if I think about him, I want to think about myself! I like to discuss the face of the problem with him, and I don't have to make it like a hedgehog, but I have already secret it in my heart. Admire his talent. 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 that the simple road in front of him "all the way is safe", watching the back of his departure, there is a little unhappy, but nothing, just waiting for him to return. The love is that he will go out before Take a lot of clothes and food in his backpack, and wait until the train stops to leave. 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, I didn't have a concern. I told him all the troubles all, and I was eager to get comfort from his embrace. I like to go shopping with him. KFC; is in cold winter and he grabbed a cup of hot coffee; it is walking side by side in the middle of the street. It is always half a meter distance; it is to play two people in front of the computer in front of the computer. 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; it is tightly tight by him. 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 listening to him to make my childhood fun, then smile, more pity in the heart, the man who has been so touched and tricky, and I like it to hit him in the corridor, happy and he said, and then simply a few words, When I passed, I saw the bright sunshine outside the window, and my mood didn't end. Love saw him in the corridor, the face was installed, but when you shoulder your shoulders, you can't help but look at it! Like to see him and another girl. After the heart, there is a little bit of pain, but I will quickly raise a smile in the sun! Love is a lost game, pay all the only, leaving the possibility is just a scar of the heart! : Http://blog.yesky.com/blog/seak/Archive/2004/12/03/45040.html
