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<td class=\People that believe in love, so be happy, I'm listening to light music as much as possible, with the ugly face, smiling, focus as much as possible, in her sister's joy in, and her share of her mind. It turned out that girl's heart is so beautiful, simple.
However, some people are very lonely, a man used to, I do not know how to reach out to others and become good people hard to understand, so hard to like him bored senseless, thereby hiding in a small space , breathing the stale air, and slowly degraded. He started like a pale, like the mottled, like distorted, like the monotonous, like a piece of the wall seems no one cares, no one looks past a long, narrow, and weeds covered the tracks, or one looks very safe, dark corner him on this, perhaps, a stripping of the great wardrobe, Montreal, mirror fragments, flying dust, all his friends. Because only one person, and can be compared to similar, reflecting on their own only, just to these. He was so sad,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], because he was thinking of, maybe, and he also upset a woman, he remembered their breakup, their love, they met, and their last and first, is their strange. Now, the alienation of two people, one person lost looking forward to his arrival, his excitement of that moment, and another, even by her side, looking far right of the people he loved and lost, and then Glenealy from the phone, dial a number without the courage, the impulse has gone, gone, and only one hut, which arrayed themselves in the moment hung up the phone hung up all of the idea. He did not know smoking does not love drinking his worries, what should be done? I was wondering about him for a long time, sitting on a stool, the feeling is not to rely on land, guarding the computer screen, watching comedy, laugh, and sometimes with friends to see, we laugh, sometimes to look up and see Tired of have to smile, put it off, because I know that he is me.
sister's boyfriend, first met her, making up for time in the school. Then they are two high school students, do not even know each other but like each other in silence the two people, then high school, and met. Her boyfriend to her school, he loves to play basketball, training courses inside the body, very, very superior - at least in her sister's mind is this. Later, fate chance, in a basketball game, let covered with sweat, he recognized his sister look like, they chatted about the interesting things before making up time, chatting about the class of the fat man, that annoying The philistine's little teacher. Sister's friend told him that his sister loved him. He therefore found her, although she was also shy, there have been denied and struggled, but look this kind of thing, in exchange, just like a data cable like the two in his heart to share the exchange of feelings. First, the so-called love at first sight, plus a little bit of fate, in a vast human world, how clever, so two people to it together. He should be happy, I said to myself, but also his sister said. Tone in her, or the irrepressible excitement, let her repeatedly, the most beautiful places, nagging, nagging stubbornly persists, there is simply to love, and not to have change, do not have impurities , in good faith, on the campus, studying together, listening to the ring class, there is a room for two people, perhaps in the evening of the playground, canteen behind the alley, after thinking about growing up, get married, they will have children, the little boy and other people's children will have a two children, her sister will do when the time Grandma and Grandpa that person to do.
I laugh at her, those who envy and mixed blessing, she listened, thought I made fun of her, so shy. Because we are using each other tell their phone, so I can not see his face, with her can not see the face - lonely, happy, and she continued chatting. Some people are like this, put yourself to the blockade, and my heart there is a woman in a TV drama, brown boots, walked slowly, inevitably sad,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], obviously,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but ... ... listening to the woman she said, a woman's loneliness is such vulnerable. If a man I held out my hand, if his finger is hot. Who is he to me is already not important.
I have a pair of hands, fingers warm, came near her, and she knew, and we are together, I feel the other side, rough fingers, so cold, people want to warm hot. Girl's hand was supposed to be delicate, smooth, soft, but her hands, different from her lips, neck, and she said something to my mind, the two may be so, let me know that she is a secret. And there I do not know her heart, in her wandering hand in hand with me when she is different from the other, crying.
It was a not to comfort her, in her heart, silently, and another person together, I slipped into the, spy, was staring at her alert, closed the door. Her face, like a mask, like going to pieces, but I dare not touch,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I know that if the mask is broken, people's heart will break.
I am far from under the door, looked dim, their feelings, a long decade of love. She was there, looking at once, together with another human being sweet, and a woman walked away, that would be a kind of lonely.
Perhaps, she started was so pure, perhaps, she opened the window, just waiting for that person to go to school, walk across a desolate ruin, through the bridge, through the hillside, and then back coming and going places, keep a distance, move forward. I know she hated her father, but I think, if the weather is fine, peach blossoms, she can pour out unto them personally, give your heart to that person, but if that person fickle, they broke up, so they broke up.
me from her perspective, to hear their part of the story, I had to comfort her, but comforted ultimately useless. She is just like love, like to like the person I am, I began to resist, then accept, try to change anything, but because of my trying to change, so she found me and that differences between individuals, and she became estranged tone change a, and I opened the distance is no longer easy to see me, not easy to take my calls. She has questioned quietly started questioning myself, what quest is.
she found the answer, she said, that love, maybe just because of loneliness, I just need to find someone to love nothing more. She is so written, but did not say, but for me to see, and I really think she did not tell.
One day, I walked along the car, stopped near her, get off, I pick up the phone and dialed her number, then said something, they feel there's really nothing, but it is not nothing do not say, so put down the phone, picked up. Phone beep for a long time, I almost open, and stopped again, when they do the opening, I just ask, What you are now free, could come out with me?
she picked it up, was I found her from the crowd, but she did not know, but few people toward the corner. Because far, I only saw her lips moving, but from the other side of the phone, I heard her say, I have to go home, not in school, sorry.
I then left there, the door away from her school, and do not know where to go good, so in the street, looking for a step, and blows to sit down.
front of a car, a woman, a child, the wind is cold, is the alley, I know I'm not into, so watching.
you mind it? Remembered that she asked me some time. That memory of the image, getting close to her, and I now seem to feel that she stuck the tongue ... ...
\no answer, she carefully and tell their own for the first time his lips touched each other's feelings, hot, and some shy, some excited.
I suddenly thought of a woman, but I know that is not just broke, but I first knew that. Perhaps, I think that maybe she just broke up, is also thinking about the original understanding of the other man, not me!
for several years, first knew that, as my girlfriend, my first love exists as a girl, are still somehow interfere with me. She was so eager to see me, as I was so eager to see her, we meet a lot of excuses, there are reasons to embrace. Night at a certain depth, and I leave out of the classroom, she has come from somewhere,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and we agreed to the same time accurately, no lights in one dark corridor, and I meet each other. I reason behind her fold clothes, she patted my leg what stained, inexplicably, my hand sliding down, and she nervously snapping me. Remember her brow Zhou Zhao, hot body, red face, clean breath, clenched teeth, as well as hold back the two main breathing lips, the kind of flavor.
sometimes hear footsteps, as well as the voice of the bottle fell. Because I'm always a certain level in the staircase, put an unstable bottles, some people come we will know it. Whenever I think of that gripped the sound appears, finishing each other unkempt hair, the amount of sweat the way side, I will laugh a little. At that time, I am so simple, in the Valentine's Day brought a boring gift, but as long as she is in my cheek, gently run into a wet lipstick, my experience has been able to open eyes are red ... ...
I also have another heart, right? How I would like to ask myself, I know that woman, that woman wearing boots, I looked at her in the crowd walked past, but also because I took her and my heart overlap anything yet? Is it already cold and lonely, I soon will collapse, so a pair of woman's hand, we can easily put me away, as I have easily taken her to it?
women wearing boots, often readily bought into the things lost in my palm, I take it, this is not her previous boyfriend who are accustomed to, so I hope I also do this? Her willful coquetry, is not because of the gentle ex-boyfriend and connivance of it?
whole life, there is life, that is pure love of. It was my sister said, you want to follow. But something has been lost that I, as well as wearing her boots, but also in each other's body found, and the first time with someone it?



end of a bed to sleep two people, a man and a woman, have I still have her. She took off her boots, leaning on my shoulder.
you mind it? She grew close to me, and I seem to feel that she stuck her tongue out. I do not mind, I thought that this desire is not what I want to see it? My hand is sliding down, but think of my hand sliding down in the body of a person, it just looks, as well as the man's beautiful eyes closed, frowning face. Why is she can not be that her? I stopped his hand, turned and went to sleep. She seems to have quietly agreed
me, hoping to recover some lost idea of what, but then we broke up.
next night, I would most like her, my sister called the phone, she said, she fell in love.
\\sharing, another kind of love, right?
However, it is not the kind of pure love of his sister.
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