I have a bad habit.
Recall old stories, re-read old messages, talk about people who are far ...
Every free time, you are.
This one I wrote since we still love. As he prepared to go away. I cried a lot, but I can not tell you. Perhaps it is the mistake of all in love. Always keep in touch, worry in the heart.
By the time we wondered how far we were apart, it was the realization of the person who wanted to let go.
Today, I am very unhappy, because know the sister who loved the old days are very sad.
But you can only be helpless to look like that, no matter what to look at, to know if you are okay or not.
I used to resent him, who would love to remember someone who hurt me. But later I realized that there is such a strange love. Regardless of how badly your opponent is, you are in the end together, you always expect them to meet the best.
I have always wanted him peace and happiness, although sometimes I feel unhappy when he is happy, but you are always sad.
But I realized that it would be better if I saw you sad. That is not noble
Just, if you're sad, my heart, it's very painful ...
