Met him that year

The city we live in, more and more prosperous, and truly belongs to our time and space, but less and less, living in this city, empty down the Internet to play games, read books to take to the streets, the simple and ordinary life ... ....

Before reading it is like to like to watch TV programs, may inadvertently have been gradually leaving those channels, seems to have had the feeling, no longer worship by a DJ, no longer can get spiritual consolation. I think perhaps this is the course of growth, I have been away from that path in life, embarked on a new journey. Perhaps later, also in the last to leave the current journey toward a new life ... Perhaps this is the life ...

Time is one of the most terrible sculptor turned familiar things, through the filter of time, will become a stranger. The heart that string, sometimes unconsciously Panasonic, holding the psychological luck? Or holding a laissez-faire attitude to myself?

Hands interlocking standing in the windowsill, far looked at this city, busy, eyes linger wanton ...

The how and what do you say? I beloved all this.

As feelings seem to be called love it, it is light if the light of fireflies. However, the easy to the hard heart, sad memory is often a period of years time and then Ran enthusiasm exhausted, he was just like a burning irons are irrigated through injury although she made me a doomed to whom tight-lipped about the gentle calm and collected.

Not everyone love a vigorous young when met, trivial and subtle emotion in me a keen and pure of heart, but like water stretches without a break. I never do not believe in fate, But, me and his story has been filled with the colors of fate.

Met him that year, my life is budding flower in early spring, sweet fragrance. But for me, it was an age filled with sadness. When I, like [childhood] lyrics, do not want to learn, do not want to homework. All day live in a world, it seems pretty leisurely ease. It was a winter that cold winter. I can not remember specifics, I just know that I feel helpless when he appeared.

I looked up to see his face for the first time, a special face, not to say, especially handsome face was amazing, but this face is a long time since I have not immersed. I think that is perhaps the signs of robbery in this situation, but I did not escape.

Distance space, could no longer see each other looks like. The city is still familiar, my life is still calm and tranquility. I gradually came to understand that I wait just a silent fester.

I see his face in the mirror as pure, but I suddenly realized that my eyes old, it looks like the silence, not the least bit angry.