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Love in the wind


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  After a lot of things, I sure love to see more and more. I turned her down, but now they want her to also, as before,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], come to my house looking for me, and asked loudly: A person needs to be loved. If it were me, love is rejected, the next meeting, I certainly do not have enough confidence to say hello, not to mention she is a girl it? I know for me to break the silence, but I do not act, the entanglement of conflicts in mind, so I could not step across. May not have love between us, but they have feelings.
  everything is the same, especially love, paper-thin, one ourselves. Not pierce, everyone but the heart can be at peace until the belly out; pierce time, then think back to the past but it is difficult to extremely difficult thousand. Did not say it, the suspect did not know each other, which is clearly self-deception, but it can get along with her natural psychological barriers; sometimes do not really know each other know, but imagine the other side will certainly know. However, everything is speculation, imagination, everything is so sensitive, so explosive. This is young love.
  love once to say to sour. Not to say, she is the heart of Communist China they brew a pot of wine, always feel kind of wine, intoxicated people,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], people sorrows and joys, exciting. This time is probably the most energetic life time, the heart strings of the tightly stretched forever, and tireless. Once that can be exported, or her into a wall, so that strangers still more than two unfamiliar; or into a jar of honey, the two stick together. In any case, she is not the wine, she never both hazy and clear that both painful and sweet feeling, no wine that is intoxicated out.  
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  I dream about Scarlett, she will always be my heart's bouquet.
  we are not childhood. When we met on the first day. She was in my heart germination, gestation, and then it generates that intoxicating bouquet. I was, still do not know of love are. I have never been so excited, so intoxicated, only that I want to step into an unknown area of ​​the. But I suppressed, did not say it, afraid to speak out of a wine will disappear. I am not sure she will become walls or honey. So do not say,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], perhaps because of my cowardice. In the weak, I would rather go to taste wines that alcohol remained intact, I hope she will not hate me selfish.
  began to write my diary, because she is. I remember it was a summer night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, it is difficult to sleep. So sit up, turn on the light, put on her to write this will never be the situation as out of control, she took me long diary. Sometimes looking through the old diary, a lot of In my diary,
  I miss her so in the diary in flowing.
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  just entering junior middle schools had never been seen, to know many new students. I know Scarlett is still relatively early, when as a song. Cantabile is my same table. We are primary school students, entering junior middle schools and then assigned to a class. They are good friends. I do not know how to recognize them, as if to see the first plane into good friends. A class, Scarlett went to the front seats Cantabile, if that seat if the students out. They sat face to face, talking to talk about. A few days later, we know. Seems to be her first and say hello to me, because from the first side to see her since I was a little nervous, but I was a shy boy.
  It was a class room, I went out to play, come back to see them both chatting, I walked over, Scarlett from my seat to stand up, smiled and said to me: Do not sit?
  know her I was excited, happy. She sat in front of the chair, facing the bright sun of my face are still white flash before my eyes. Her skin is white, the eyes small, but black and God. This influenced my aesthetic, but then I see the first girl to see whether the skin is white, as if I was born as girls like white skin. I am very grateful to take the initiative and I accosted her, because I was really have the courage and means to talk to her to know her. Since know her, I had more and more like the ten minutes between classes, class does not go out to play, but still looking forward to class, looking forward to sit in front of her to go, looking forward to the front of the students after class to go outside to play .
  We are happy to chat together. My story made her laugh when I am most pleased. However, in most cases, her flight, let me butt in,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Cantabile only listen to her, smiling. May the two of us, when all of a sudden not chatting chatting suddenly the topic, two people down silent,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], are hard to find topic, but the more effort the more flawless. I was nervous, anxious, heart, such as very hot.
  I feel something new, but also feel a pressure.
  I look forward to meet her speak, and fear, and his alone. Sometimes even want to avoid her. Young heart there is a tempting unpredictable fear of the future, both just around the corner, and standing on the edge into the abyss. I'm stuck in an affliction in. Cantabile as a bridge linking the same with me and Scarlett. I am both eager and afraid and do not know how to get along and Scarlett. In front of her, I sometimes cold as a mask; sometimes things are not to weigh in to make a pregnant, do not care the way casual ease.
  I feel my heart and my body with growth.
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  Cantabile has come to me, In fact, I almost hear her voice every day, in the last ten years. We are only a hundred paces separated the two. We were brought together to play, together to school, doing homework together, even learning to walk together. Two mothers with two toddlers walking the roadside in the evening, this is my sound, but can imagine. I just learned to walk after he had been a man walk to her house looking for her to play, it was my first time traveling alone travel, but now do not remember. I have a sister, but always felt like the two sisters.
  it seems to be a sunny Sunday morning, the sun cast through the window on the floor a warm, gently leaves the window reflecting sunlight. My sister and I are watching TV. See Cantabile mother came to see me do my homework. Cantabile always the case, education is often the mother of my role models, well behaved and quiet. In fact, my grades are often such a good song, though she more than me hard. While my mother made me her role model, but she actually has been an example of me.
  our homework together, and soon I was bored. So the fastest speed the job done hastily, and then stole from the bag and pulled out a martial arts look. Cantabile is not read this book. I like to do after class I like to do, and do not want to be doing homework take up time. The Music Cantabile Quedui job without fatigue. I asked her: said this is smiling.
  her work in this orderly, clean, and I are two entirely different styles. I do my homework just feel the need to cope with what the teacher, not that it itself is necessary. We also have a little bit different is, I like the language, history, and she interested in Physics and Chemistry.
  buried her homework, I indulge in martial arts world. Sometimes I casually looked up and found her watching me, will be given to, is an incredible look. Later I found that she often used to see me this look, but I do not know from where they started, do not know what far-reaching implications, but think that some deep eyes. I do not care, continue reading. Moment, she straightened up, smiled and said: bar.
  have in our home not far from a mountain, that mountain is not high, bare, full of stones. We often climb as a child, half an hour to climb to the top. Even though I did trees on the hillside grass, at the top there is a piece of grass. The middle of a piece of grass on the large flat stones. I really like it here, like sitting on the stone looks into the distance. Cantabile like here. We are climbing competition to see who should sit on that stone, I always reached the top early, red is still far away, she shouted: the. Later, we will not compete, because the result is no suspense. Do not have the game premise.
  We sat stone, said many, it can put too much perhaps because of, but one can not remember now. Just remember the wind in her hair flew straight back, her eyes narrowed in favor of the wind in my face, slightly with a smile, listening to what I said.
  sometimes I came alone, sitting on a rock, looking into the distance, quietly, hear the wind singing in the ears. Looked at the top of the bird circled, flying in so low, as if the hand can grasp; some even on the hillside, exposing them to spread wings and iron spine. Here, I can always relax and stare a long time motionless, his eyes watching the sky.
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