Like is to read at night then suddenly thinking of him, imagining what he is doing now, and heart full of floating warm, but never take the initiative to call him. A few minutes later, attention, once again, is attracted by the plot of the book.but could not enter it, and the heart is always thinking about whether he is still working overtime at this time, whether he has had dinner, whether he is thinking of you as you think of him.
Like is listening to him to talk funny things in his childhood, and then laughed, touched the hearts with inexplicable move.
Love is listening to him talking his childhood, and then smiled but in the heart you have even more pity on such a naughty man.
Like is to come across him in the corridor, happily saying hello to him, and then have a few simple greetings.
Love is to see him in the corridor, put on a face of an indifferent expression, but when you brushing past you can not help but look back.
Like is to see him stroll by with the other girls, and the heart feels a little bit sore, but will stir up smiling soon at the sun.
Love is the game you can not afford to lose, after you pay the full, the left may simply be a wound engraved on the hearts.
Like is thinking about each other only when together. Love, even if it is together, every second you are all missing him.
Like a person, many friends add, you will feel happy. Love one person, is the two people world you will be uncomfortable even one person enters.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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