If I meet you later, will the ending be the same

How have you been doing? It's been a couple of days since I've reached you.

The climate in Guangzhou is dependably flighty nowadays, once in a while coming down vigorously and at times radiant. The entire city resembles an impenetrable liner, smothering, even with the cooling on, eating watermelon, absorbing the pool the entire day, yet can not feel the late spring half of the cool.

The previous evening I awakened around midnight and out of nowhere recollected everything you said to me quite a while in the past: "It's something heartfelt to have the option to compose letters to individuals you like. The transmission of letters appears to convey a greater number of sentiments than the transmission of electromagnetic waves, a clear piece of paper, add various words, with regards to hand will turn into 1,000 pounds."

The principal thing you really want to do is to find out about the thing you're doing.

Now that I consider it, I'm truly not a decent heartfelt individual, in some measure today I'm actually realizing, that is the reason I have this letter.

Do I actually recall? The grill slow down that we used to go to had to close in the relatively recent past. I heard that a land engineer had purchased the old region for redevelopment. At the point when I bummed a ride by that day, everything that was left was the rubble, trusting that the digging tools will tell the truth it up and start from the very beginning once more.

During when I was simply isolated from you, I would periodically go there to sit, request a couple of sticks of grill and drink a container of salsa. The supervisor most likely knew reality and didn't get some information about his beau. He realized I had never enjoyed hot food, and you weren't around any longer, so he quietly eliminated the stew noodles for me. Then work is too occupied, caught up with staying at work longer than required, in the middle of mingling, caught up with recollecting the past, the grill is likewise less to eat.

As of late I couldn't say whether I'm developing, regardless of whether the supper expanded how much dinners, consistently to around 9 o'clock, my stomach honestly let me know it was eager. I believe it's a real problem to go down the stairs to purchase a quick bite, so I just loaded up on a great deal of square buns, eggs and bacon at home, so I can get a sandwich when I'm eager, add some ketchup, grind some pepper, and get past a hard evening.

Discussing sandwiches, I was helped to remember a date we made some lengthy memories back. The date was set at your home, and the first arrangement was to arrange a pizza and play television games day in and day out.

Afterward, as a result of the rainstorm, the pizza was not eaten, so I elected to make you something scrumptious, and afterward practically torched your kitchen. Afterward, you showed me how to make sandwiches.

That evening, the earlier day short-term work, you disguised from me, and played with me for quite a while computer games, lastly couldn't uphold, hanging eyelids shocked and I said a: need to sleep together?

Everything considered, this unexpected solicitation is without a doubt very heartfelt.

It was pouring vigorously outside the window, and the persistent foreboding shadows were pushing down over the precarious city, however inside the house was a totally different environment: the humidifier was gradually smoking orange scented smoke, the wrecked spigot in the restroom made a cadenced dribbling sound, the downpour was beating against the window, and the fan was turning carelessly.

You and I, lying in this pink summer vortex, spent the most lovely hours of our lives to no end.

At the point when I awakened, I said I needed to eat dumplings, and afterward we got going in the kitchen once more, you making them and me watching.

At the point when we were wrapping the dumplings, you told me, "You need to dunk the dumpling skin in water before you wrap it, so it doesn't go to pieces when you put it in the pot." I not entirely settled to demonstrate that your wrapping technique was not logical enough that I made a bet that whoever lost would do the dishes.

At the point when it came time to really place the dumplings in the pot, you abruptly told me, "I contemplated it and chose to return home and foster it."

In the wake of affirming that I had heard accurately, I grinned and said, "That is great, basically you understand what you need."

"So what are your arrangements, will you return with me?"

I took a dumpling and put it in the pot, then, at that point, said, "No, I understand what I need as well."

Similarly as I wrapped up talking, a few of the dumplings in the pot aired out, and the foam from the meat inside drifted inconsistently on the outer layer of the pot. They are obstinate individuals who won't think twice about. Or on the other hand perhaps it was from that point on that I realized we were bound to be isolated.

I don't recollect very well the way that this relationship reached a conclusion bit by bit. The main thing I recollect is that our last battle was about whether McDonald's chips tasted better or KFC's tasted better, and you and I didn't allow anybody to pull off it, and we at last tracked down the hotly anticipated close to home hole, and afterward we just bid farewell.

After the separation, my life is by all accounts equivalent to common, an opportunity to go to work, an opportunity to eat, an opportunity to play, an opportunity to play, an opportunity to rest, to the terminated sentiments closefisted not to cry a portion of a tear.

However, hold on until the day you truly left, I went home for the day with the group chief, rushed to the housetop to take a gander at a rack of to and fro between the huge tin birds, figuring there will be your flight. Then hurried to McDonald's and KFC separately to purchase many, many fries, needed to substantiate themselves right, endlessly ate, at long last shouted out.

"To fall head over heels ah, in addition to a miserable?" I generally reassured myself with this when I was especially miserable for some time. In any case, after the pinnacle of bitterness, the day will continuously get back to a free and agreeable state.

I'm not excessively perfect, will stay single for you. I have been in a few connections throughout the long term, there are let each other into the heart, essentially nothing remains to be finished to relax.

The relationship has shown me a great deal about affection and being cherished, step by step tamed me into a reasonable object of adoration, presently not all that rakish, dark or white.

A few days ago after the selection tests, I returned to my place of graduation, I sat on the stone strides of the games field, looking not a long way from the young fellows and ladies, while clasping hands, while pursuing and playing.

I out of nowhere need to return to the age of 16 or 17, clearly simply need to say "I love you" to one another, however need to utilize various complex ways of communicating, to throw themselves, lastly in return briefly of touch.

The established truth is that you will actually want to get much something beyond several hours to get significantly something beyond two or three hours.

The established truth is that you can find a many individuals who have been in the business for quite a while, and afterward you will out of nowhere imagine that perhaps you utilized some unacceptable technique to get both of them to an irreversible end. And afterward consistently need to track down this individual, with the right strategy, with him to re-open an ideal relationship.

Obviously, this is just an uneven dream, all things considered, miss will be miss. The right.

It's day break outside. Excessively much poo, however it doesn't make any difference, this letter won't wind up via the post office at any rate.

At last, I want you to enjoy all that life has to offer, my close buddy.