There will always be no parting or two

Yesterday saw my junior high school like of the person in the space of a story about miss junior high school of short stories, recorded his evaluation of some memorable people, and I can see clearly has been clear to me, but won't hit the bottom of my heart to accept the truth, he loves another person, the clues of the past so much, so much say one thing to see him like of the person is her the truth, Excuse but I was rather self-deception, and now he give honest answer, he is down, just say it out, I also should put down, until today just understand I thought alone deep-rooted recollection, he might have forgotten, in the story of his short stories I have no word phrases, maybe several years later he recalled is my name, I am just a player, Shed their tears in his story, one on his youth in central China hasn't made him with a flutter of fuzzy shadow, but he doesn't know also never know, he appeared a lot of my story, took a lot of space, I write him into my story, because he is passing through my heart, he come with myriad Milky Way and again by boat to the distance, I and the spring breeze passing, You carry the autumn water to catch the stars. Now it seems that all kinds of stories but love injury, easy to go to the water, the moon such as frost.

He is not intended to draft, but just lonely mountain torrents. I am a drooping brow ferryman, but only partial to nong.

Suddenly remind of that year the summer graduation, I sent him orz clever love poems, and anonymous in FB, frankly, there is the first time I summon up courage to obscure confessions, after graduation I was thinking maybe we smiled and said goodbye know goodbye in sight, I want to call him to learn how to prepare new lesson, now think of precious to me, Because the whole three years of junior high school I like him, from the beginning to the end, from the beginning and he a group, like him. But I also heart already know he is another person you like, I'm afraid he like to know, is afraid he doesn't know, again afraid he pretended don't know, always pretend don't care about him, but always pay attention to him, is as long as he didn't say it confirmed that I know he likes to another person's conjecture, I still held some hope, just can't stop love. The most comforting fairy tale in the world is that the person you love, he also love you, but this is just a fairy tale.

I remember countless times I clicked on the dialog box, only to close it in disappointment. I think a lot of time in case he really likes her, I should be cruel to give up this feeling, after all, I don't want to be too depressed, I always pretend not to care away from him, not because of hate strange, but too like, and afraid of obvious performance, know that there is nothing may not want to fall into deeper. There are some moments, I pretend not to care about pass by, just close to him, a few minutes difference, but like the distance between us separated by the Milky Way. Can not walk into his world, but do not want to quit, now think of junior high school three years in addition to the beginning of a group, there is no how much intersection, after graduation can be frequent intersection, I cherish it, but also for him not too well, at best I can only be a common friend of him.

I still remember that after the third model examination is not good, it was never so bad, but he was comforting another person, I was more sad. How many times do not want to like the heart, is the end.

Such as after graduation, I am joking with his birthday gift, is ultimately a paper empty talk, and I also know that maybe he didn't want to give also just, after all, I what all not, and I wanted to call him to the movies, to see the best of us, I have a purpose, is heard of the movie the last eggs is confession that brings together to watch the movie people here to confession to him, but he didn't go to, I went to the cinema with one of my best friends.

In fact, after graduation, I had suggested that he got it, got it is silence after, I should know, silence is the answer, is the answer, just give me leave a brutal, don't be too embarrassing for each other, he also don't know, I say a lot of log write is the hope that he can see, although some is not my original, but with my heart, he never understand. Also do not need to understand, from beginning to end moved only myself. The bottom of the sea month can not afford to fish, sweetheart can not reach, always the heart is to see the guest heart, but people are game.

This world is the most difficult but bare hands to pick the moon, like and not.

But I also figured out that when I can't forget a person completely, I will treasure it, seal it in an imperceptible corner, and quietly want to go when I'm dying at midnight. Born in the wrong time, like not meet people, the place is life. White tea Qinghuan no other matter, I am waiting for the wind is waiting for you, bitter wine fold leave this phase away, no wind no month without you.

The piano substitute language, talk and write the heart, willing to speak with virtue, hand in hand. I wanted to imply to him that I liked him, but I didn't say anything.

Butterfly is very beautiful, after all, fly but the sea, some nature of me and him, are far from the heart looks calm, in fact is the waves, had thought I would like to star Jun such as the month, night streamer bright.

So-called obsession, but not, but it is difficult to give up, don't want to miss, but ultimately the fierceness of is me, edge shallow is us, has nothing, ruthless, water was lost, if so, just let it be, from now on landscape not meet, may after some years we are the best of us, the butterfly is very beautiful, ultimately fly but the sea, the ends of the living, we stand in each other shore. Why come to the world a Jing Hong, but the world a Philistine. Phase forget the river's lake from now on, if not met, also let I meet with people better than you, say so much much more relaxed, write these is to forget to put down his, although previously thought sometimes not put down is the best, no matter whether he can see, just let it be, to love of the memory of my junior high school, you are young, but it's also a thing of the past. I will study hard and do better than him.