Love can not be measured by time ... - Confide Real Life

We, once loved, long and deep. Until one day I suddenly realized, love that can not be measured in time. Long or not, it could not help us understand and love each other more is. I wish this world only two of us, but this is not the case. There are too many stories, too many knots between us, them much, they build up over time. He did not understand me because you, too.

Hanoi cold, some glimmer, frequently at night. Afraid of the dark but I could not lift himself up to look out for my own light. You're stupid not you, I just naive and weak like that ... .to make him tired and hours ... .ta were far apart!
The full stop was put by me, this road is you turn horizontally, drops Kids hide tears, only one watch is weak for now.
We, once loved, long and deep. Until one day I suddenly realized, love that can not be measured in time. Long or not, it could not help us understand and love each other more is. I wish this world only two of us, but this is not the case.There are too many stories, too many knots between us, them much, they build up over time. He did not understand me because you, too.



Love of us, I thought like two intersecting lines, start by 1 point every day communication and remote forever by the invisible space. She was silent after so much blame, crying. Because it makes me tired. Now, I choose calm. Does not mean I do not hurt, he hurts, but what to do when he can not see.
You're right, apart already suffering already. But I think, the gap in the soul even scarier. We have no quarrel because everybody locked myself into my own shell and emotional neglect of their opponents. Everybody knows but nobody thought much more than the person who weakness pain, that's all.



Do not blame him because I understand love is no right or wrong. Love just be together again or not, not because all love that just is not possible. Loneliness in his own love, that's what I do not want thousands of times. When you're alone, they soft, when you need one fulcrum, when you need to share and to be heard from someone sharing ... I'm still just 1 alone. My love, where too far wholesaler must not he ... is trust and sympathy!
Well, between us has too many secrets, apart her only brother. The world is round, there will surely relative to each puff!

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