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Reprinted from 987234953 at 14:14 on May 11, 2009 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
love a person,
tory burch flats, not very complicated.
love a person, is actually very simple.
pain you face a person, no say, nor do they need more than words. You do not say anything, she understood; you do not make words, see her tomorrow. All, as the two souls meet in another space and time, one mind.
a given moment, when she was close my eyes, you put your nose close to her eyebrows and gently kiss. This moment, you have a word, he was the phrase, all redundant.
day, she sat by the window lost. Your silence, paste sat beside her. You try looking at, and she looked the same direction; give chest shoulders, let her sink, her cheek the tears of the net with warm lip licking.
Another day, she launched an attack. You make the thigh, so she takes a pair of small fist, mercilessly pounding on your leg; exaggerated expressions like out of pain, look after each other to vent smile.
in the crowd, you catch her hand tight, not let her get lost. You will not let go, as a child-like, do not want to slip away, like the hands of the hydrogen balloon.
any of the acts of any body language, if interested, even clumsy, but also beautiful.
without agile, without skilled. Really love each other, they will unconsciously, natural to show it.