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I sat in the playground under the trees reading, he came, and still have the look, clean face, high body Qu, floating in the air come and look at me surprised face, slightly removed the book in my hand, then there is no word in the hug, and then is trance ... ...

many many years this is ten times we embrace the dream fills separated far apart, this has made me love secretly in the night sobbing man can not be said, fall silent in that year from my sight cleared, and went to another city.
2005 in the summer, I make up classes to students, ah nice sunny day [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], sunny warm. Suddenly, a friend told me he came back. I like watching a friend do not mind, slowly, smiling face into a stiff frozen in the mouth, she knew in the era had Sentimental I loved him, I stared looking at friend, No one will get familiar with people Yinzhong joke, not to mention my friend is also a large 9 years old.
I gradually turned, let the sunshine through the window headlong into my eyes, no tears no expression has been looking out the window, all the world is quiet. Class, and I am on a willow tree, and thinking about his appearance, clothing, monitor the activities of loading side we stand on the playground running, face expressionless, Young constantly about the amount of the beginning of rejection before the fall of hair, riding a bike in Reservoirs cement board to show the dam brilliant driving skills, as well as the playground in robust posture ... ...

He was my PE teacher, just no desire of ill [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he had publicly refuted my cute lead He did not get up in time to practice late [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but still can not stop the likes of him, like when he was training seriously, like his stance on smoking, like his own skill to teach me to play the kind of feel, like he said to me every word ... ...

University to graduate, knew he was married to the news, my heart suddenly empty out, the first time that the taste of love is when you face a person is helpless when swallowed, and his happiness to your heart belong nowhere. Indeed, he knew that was my hobby, not as a romance, not see me desperately disappointed in my heart, apart from a single I want to send him back to a picture, of course, he always put it under pressure in the glass desk , get the picture I will tear it broken. I saw his melancholy eyes, I know we will be happy far away. After many years, bid farewell to the instant often been in the lonely night I brought out from the edge of memory, thinking, he has little love for me? As I love her. After many years, we have no correspondence, no phone contact, even with no message for him.
2005 年 4 August Kusakabe gauntlet, we finally meet after 15 years away from the. No tears [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], no laughter, there are only friendly greetings of the human individual, a brief meeting at the embrace of his wife to stop the phone ring, the lack of a dream in the share of the warmth and romance. But, at that time we already know the kind of love, buried in each other's heart, the passage of time, the two have ownership of their heart, return to the past, say it is a kind of damage. Therefore, the ultimate, we coincide in a choice of silence. Only to have the time, as the fairy tale collection, to look long and pleasant life.
distinguish when surrounded by a quiet, no one told me I would rather his arrival, he would rather not have this with a short meeting, so at least we love is still alive, in my right and proper that in the We warm and romantic love is still alive. article, Related Stories life
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