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Just one more day of my exes are getting married. Maybe they do not remember me as I remember them today. I want to forget so they can relay wife peacefully, no longer encumbered nothing. I'd expect them to be happy, so that these days I always thought if I kept nostalgic and think more of them, whether their wedding is something unfortunate. If a long farewell, when I had a new love, or at least I do not what else lingering then maybe I was better mood. But now, I still think about him a lot. Those memories keep rushing back to the past even though I know that the past is beautiful to many, it remains forever is the past, I have to live for the present, for my own life. He married into the season right where we started with the first vibration, autumn sad man doing a man's heart can not help but sob. I remember one time we celebrate love each other, I remember the day he was arrested from the vehicle Hue from Hanoi to meet me, we go to the supermarket, eating and talking about life, but a year through us apart, I arm him walking city, we were really happy, chirping like sparrows pair together and would have no idea what separates love it. Over the past 4 years, we're always together, you can share with me the most secret, I was his prop that's what makes me feel really happy. Coordinate time he was working, he called crying and said to me: "His wife left her husband, only suffering wife only married well, when her husband was not going to live much longer," I cried, and what not to eat or drink until the day doctors told him that the disease can be cured, we continued happily with the message of a future together. 
On leaving school he led to a year to fraud, have him on the night shift to drive over an hour to go home in the cold winter night, at 10 pm the night out of the house is about to reach 11. Today, I also expect, if not received the message he is not safe in my heart, I saw through my heart 11h10 is hot like fire I'm afraid he happened on the way home, I was afraid he was cold. Some days he came home, he goes cold rice continent. Bitter cold winter sun, cut meat must eat the cold, I love you I can only pity and tears, and at that time I estimate to be made ​​fast to his wife, he no longer had to bear the sight of such a so again.He will get married, but the bride is not me, I remember about him, then I would say to him when he asked me about him, who he has supported his love of them out of ink. After the date, he graduated to the office any day of the science teachers were asking about him, about his work, and the lives of our future planned, how are you going to school near his workplace on do not. I remember the advice of his pity "after they leave school they should be married off, C also has a stable job and life will be a lot of things happen unexpectedly. Do not like him here, disaster struck he cut away one side of the brain, after last forever married to this age and to the dear old dad. "I was so excited when I received the support and attention from the teacher. I thought if one day we got married, the first person I would like to inform that this joy is the teacher. Sensei, but things have anyone anticipated. Then when I was leaving school, he also began to have a stable job and I'm still close dragon, my only wish is to get a job and help my parents pay a portion of the money that was borrowed for parents then I go to school and be with him, but I still have a year of dragon swung and I was not ready to get married. I also wish to see people go northwest on how to live it, I'd be watching the hydrangeas in April in Lang Son. And for that reason and other reasons, he did not even wait for me, maybe this time, we have not even started looking for a direction. This weekend, they held before the wedding, I want to wish them feel happy, do not want anything to his lingering hard not feel that they are getting full joy, but this afternoon, the autumn wind caress my cheeks, and memories of a fall was again in the memories rushing back. I want to collect wind swept away all, and the bit line diary so please help me.



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