Lower remember stories about the old days

    I remember the days of me and you, remember what I did not seem to be able to be more hands on, remember what was impracticable, were drifting into memories! I hate, I hate myself. I know, you go not my fault, but I'm no good for you. And ... now I just said sorry for me. Well, I do not need you forgive me, I just need you to understand only ...

 

    I love you, but not misidentify themselves. Later, I was drawn to the conclusion that "people hate you, hate you spread both" Knowing is not like that, but I do not understand why emotions are so myself. I also have very fond of me, but I do not want to, so it still treats am nothing to you. I want to compensate, but it was too late. I hate the way you make excuses to scold you, but do not stop the hurt you! I'm bad. And I know that. Maybe I will not feel guilty and uncomfortable when you do not laugh every time I said playfully. I was too rigid!

 

    Hey, if you can, sure ... sure I'll take you back, I will be compensated, will start again, we will have a relationship is extremely good! But unfortunately ... I am not god, not death, nor an angel ... so of course, I can not turn back time and make me live again. ... I can only regret and promised to never make the mistake alone anymore.

 

    She still smiles and hands hang the cool raindrops. I probably accidentally seeing, feeling very comfortable when watching a girl put her hand caught tears of the sky. And until now, this moment, when the rain was welcomed by the touch of her ... I see it's still safe, gentle. Suddenly you remember the infinite, wants to tears, but they have told me not to cry!

 

 

    I need you to go a little sadness. I need you to share the joy. I need you to care as she loves her little sister. I need you to let yourself be pampered. I need you to find moments of peace. In a nutshell, I need you ... to do everything, to learn how patience and love. I very well remember, I remember the day you walked under the sun light is not too harsh summer's first gay. Memory lane yellow hair smelling lavender. Me Pink lips lovely children. Remember all those scarves in every color. The more I remember, the more hate her!

 

     If possible, I would give everything to you return to this place. But girl, probably in the afterlife whether they would be happier? Mother, with her sister. They also have a long wait for me, make me miss them very much! I just knew I'd see you go, do not cry, do not hold. I am confused to not believe my eyes. On they went, the day the sun shining through the rain rushing stream flowing down ...

 

    Had you told me once, when the rain that appear sunshine, after the rain certainly will have a rainbow! I told the rainbow so pretty as a picture of seven beautiful colors. I laughed innocently, knowing I would have to say goodbye to the only place they exist is seventeen years. I laughed, but strained and false. The truth is, I'm crying inside. The truth is ... I do not have time to treat you. The truth is ... in my mind, I'm bad! I do not know anymore what to do next ... but surely, you will be in my existence forever, will you dominate a part of my heart!

 

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    I do not know how to end this article, how could it stop here alone. I do not write enough, I want to come back and want to be born again! I hope you do not hatred, just so. Because I remember that day, the girl had quietly when the sun shines on every sweet drop of rain.

 

Choose a melancholy song weather

I love me light colors tenh

It is clear that a floating

... Weather reflected her immense overseas