Delete the number

Delete the number from the address book, no accident, then, we will not intersect it, anyway, you have been a long time did not take the initiative to call me, did not even take the initiative sent a text message, we, on this . In this way, no longer love you.

I like you, but once! No longer capture your voice in a noisy sound
Chasing your shadow is no longer in the rolling flow
Lot of thought no longer because you appear own words and actions even to the expression
No longer, your heart

You never utter your name when I was most gentle, even voice trembling slightly; beside you, I the footsteps always put the light and slow; I dare not straight Depending on your eyes, afraid to reveal too much emotion; unconscious daze, full page full page are your name, Your name I can write my name slipped on scrap paper; separate head full of head is full of your shadow, recalls the moment only a little about you; eat, when to sleep, when shopping, when a daze, thinking you are doing it, will would not like I want to like you think I do ...

As pure and indifferent life to you, as the center of life, because the memories and fullness, because reality wither. The miss distance was extended, but the barrier to meet; precipitation time crush you far, far away from me. Seeing the people around have a vigorous one by one, and I think the put down, and memories, is used only memories.

Do not say I get in because I've been lonely for a long time, not to mention my fickle specifically, because you never do not belong to me, nor to say that I give up, you do not even, not even a tiny response is not, I was shown.

No longer keep your SMS not willing to delete the
No longer look back over and over again our chats
No longer helplessly staring at the phone expect your phone
No longer on a night QQ appeared
The longer Sipilailian hard pulling you in my space message
No longer telling others about your news
No longer talk to friends own sad

You have struck a chord with me, not who I stop, when I thought you were in when you have no trace, when you go back and look for me, I have begun to find their own sky, my dear, I am the most OK best years left to you, and I, in your well-deserved. My dear, my youth is limited and can not afford the whole life waiting.

Do not doubt, once, I am willing to disregard all waiting for you, willing to accompany you anywhere, willing to see you silently behind you, for your happiness and joy is your sorrow and grief, despite those emotions, and I nothing to do ah ...

Waiting for a bitter, bitter, there is no hope of waiting ......

Sometimes love is not reason, love is love, and even hit a wall but also love, but the love of the humble pride of love fills the taste of them known only to themselves ...