Emotional

 Emotional Diary (b)
hanging on the tree a little book of love
love between men and women predicted shelf life of three months.
After three months, love will be as bad food, even if shape ever, but a reasonable person is already not a hh
food from the rainy night we meet online to contact the phone now has five months.
for the preservation of our refrigerator is mm distance.
the hazy distance as the invisible ice, frozen fantasy of our love. so corrosive power of the secular atmosphere outside the compartment in the fridge, two hearts are transparent catharsis was not put into words.
a some time, I will make myself believe, and other spiritual life and then not so close hh
but we want to stay forever in the fridge? If the power outage? You will smile and say: l power outage a few years, the hard disk broken , r is never dare to do with Emily? hh
In fact, at first you do not communicate on the network needed peace of mind only the soul of the feelings of life. Because of you sent in the chat with my loneliness and boredom at the same time, just ask me the real question about the identity of each hh
you need is not illusory feeling that you desire is not merely an online text that can only be the most insensitive thing to feel confidante l r, even you hh
friends sometimes do not think I can not read you can not read as Women are wine, men such as tea.
Perhaps you might tasting, but I am not arty, I do not tea.
you finally mentioned the need to meet the hh
I do not know that he is looking forward to or avoid, I get so tense:
hair in the mirror, I found myself not beautiful; walk in the street, I found myself so ordinary; and chat with friends, I found myself so talkative hh I can not find what you want I like that.
you want me on their self-confidence, self-confidence of our feelings.
Yes, I believe our love, trust each other's true, but I can not believe I can in reality the less fortunate I'm with you in mind overlap hh
sad I find that our love is hung on the tree a little.
like a little nest. We like the two dependent birds, and night Huan love nest in the Ming.
although shaky in the wind, turbulent, but there is arranged a romantic moonlight starlight, the night breeze Qingfen hh passing emotion for the soul of our tree in the network is happy tree habitat hh
and happy, but we want to move it to the ground to nest. Maybe that would be more stable and more secure, more permanent, but you and I will miss the tree from a little dust on the sticky dyed moonlight, starlight, morning and evening dew and lonely soul embraced hh
meet? not meet? see? gone? hh
the answer is yes, we made an appointment to and the reality of a bet.
emotional diary (c)
silent loss
love is vanity.
Hugo if I do not believe many times more to close ��˹÷-�� Quasimodo opportunity, she fall in love with him.
so if I was so humble, so mediocre, even if you told me that the same amount of love I vow, I also can not believe.
really only love one Love is a beautiful soul does not exist hh
I asked you: Do you want women met up south of it Lin?
false illusion you say something you do not.
but I was too easy to indulge In a world of fantasy images Masterpieces reunion hh
l and r do not know each other and love related to comfort myself I mm.
why the morbid image must be assumed to know each other Xiangxi my soul has died a thousand years Previously, while they alone in the mortal world of reincarnation it hard to wait for reunion?
If you have past lives, do the Red as partners and I will definitely be among the lodge Candeng Cliff Temple Why?
I would rather assumption is that you, even if we do not know each other could be so hh
contradiction.
I will listen to the window in the autumn the leaves of the voice, fantasy that does not stop the feelings I have entered hibernation.
I still do not understand in what way you are awakened me was the phrase mm hh
the dead of night, in this break from the bustling city corner, you doing okay!! mm greetings to you?
that I already look like a reunion of the soul.
but I also think that a desk placed in more than a thousand years of ancient books, despite the fact you have to wipe a little dust-free can still scattered among the pages of some regret that you look at each page, I can not breathe too sad.
Legend of Han Yu, often before reading a good book, always use rose dew soaked hands hh
is it that people have used a variety of thousand years later The chemical synthesis of perfume, rose dew soaking your hands instead of using the reason you? hh
you are always one and a smoking, your fingers with the taste of tobacco.
I do not want to be your own fantasy lover want you to change the identity of the reality of what hh
some of your emotional diary (d)
diaries and gum
I love diary, also love to eat chewing gum.
I finished a the diary, I am chewing gum before the diary look and found a sad formula: the funeral of emotional diary = love.
the more reason to order with love, love becomes the more there is no basis to become adrift .
love is like a gum chewing in the mouth as long as more than half an hour, you will find has lost the cool sweetness of the original. and then chew down, there will be dry and bitter, but there is no hh
may refuse your mouth is my love hh
stupid, or all of them silly?
always have so many stupid girls in the pen to record and organize love. and in them to be a man's wife before they would just burn the diary has gone their own way to mourn the love hh
even a few years later, really as I hoped, I went home to marry the person is you, and I still have to burning out of these scattered bits and pieces hh
not to say that marriage is the tomb of love you?
I was silly for us to write the funeral elegy love you? hh
I wrote tired, you Tell me: you also need to continue? hh