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achilles

To be honest, I really do not know exactly how to define love, I often think, maybe in this life to be in such a loss with his love or not love to spend his life. People always think of love was infinitely better, beyond the limits even to the point where I was it not so?
six months ago, I gave up because it makes me sad reluctant lover. After months of grief, no matter where to walk, tears in the eyes and hearts of the total spin. Want to cry, but that can not be reconciled. How many times have I would like to recover with his dreams [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but misunderstandings too, too many tears, it seems that my heart is tired, and perhaps no longer necessary to pursue. Since then, I vowed to return to their own independent lonely!
may originally belong to summer [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the season of love, I never expected that I was most sad in the summer, a few years ago into my dream, he had me from the back [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! He said he is willing to help me heal, I have no idea, can only follow the crowd, which is the only way out.
so, after the hottest summer, we entered the campus. Wandering the campus in a different part of our own different dreams. Separate days in the experience I have been a different feeling for him, sometimes grateful, sometimes obsessive, sometimes tired, sometimes miss! But one thing I am sure that he is my sustenance, a lonely time when the inner sustenance. I do not have the heart to tell him that I really think, because I was afraid he was sad again because I am, but all in turn migrate over time to become clear, even more when he does not hate me? Less and less contact between us, even in the QQ, see each other on the line every day, few exchanges.
love, really made me feel very helpless, I even have no choice of its direction [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and perhaps the biggest feature is that it can not help it! Although in separate isolation is very full days, the daily life fade away my pain, the wound gradually healed. I am becoming more independent, even though there are many around the romantic couple, but I did not show a look of envy, by contrast, the eyes of my friends, the children never grow up, perhaps it is a modification of a free modification of the pain, but it really works. I'm trying to forget, perhaps parents and I are close to expectations.
love, hey!