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Finally one day she handed me a letter, with the exception of a letter SHE addition to the postcards SHE is the star of her favorite. In the letter, she said, my brother why can not we as in the past, I really miss a good day ago ah! At the end in the letter, there are a SHE song - happy. As the lyrics, like happy love, happy to painful, happy to sad and I understand she was a high moment, she sat behind me. I am an introverted character, so she usually is to me, gradually will be familiar with the both of us up. One day she asked my date of birth, I was informed that more than her, they would be doing my sister, so I share her story began.
She was a beautiful girl, secretly referred to as class flowers , so there are many men chasing her, but she did not like the so-called handsome. Encounter on the road, wesometimes, sometimes I call her a brother , I called her sister out. Do not know when she and a few boys in her class to go close. Whenever I see her and the boys playing good heart sad, and jealous. I know that I fell in love with him, I do not want her brother, her boyfriend and I want to do. So when she shouted my brother, I am indifferent to her, and gradually the relationship between the two of us alienated. I think of her every day, I hope that she will ask her the reason I do not care, but the facts have proven that I was wrong, everything did not happen. I do not think she do not care about me, but I took her too seriously.
Finally one day she handed me a letter, with the exception of a letter SHE addition to the postcards SHE is the star of her favorite. In the letter, she said, my brother why can not we as in the past, I really miss a good day ago ah! At the end in the letter, there are a SHE song - happy. As the lyrics, like happy love, happy to painful, happy to sad … …
It was a wind and rain in the afternoon, the same feeling as bad weather. Brothers and I took delivery of a cigarette. When I was preparing to light a cigarette, a rise of casual, not very far away to see her. I swear the moment I really wanted to jump through the window. I know that she hates boys smoking, I can not see her eyes, I felt disappointed, or surprised, or do not care. Since then we have something like the following though, also did not say in words. I once homework in the position. A female student asked me, the money to fly you usually smoke here? We ban a lot of boys are smoking ah! And before I answered, sitting not far away, she said, smoking. Then bowed his head to continue to do her work. At that time, thinking what is now forgotten, and sometimes sad things more quickly forget it.
Due to family reasons, after finishing high school I lost the opportunity. That was the last day of term, I think it is out of my life the greatest courage, I told her I love you finish the words later, the same as the perpetrators fled in panic, and even her facial expression at the time have no time to look at.
Sixth day of riding the bus station go on the road. I rely upon in the first window, the days will be hard work, but that is physical, has been the pain is her. Is also make fun of fate, I saw her. She39s a person walking in the quiet side of the road, micro wind and chaos of her hair, eyes and the wind blowing her hair with his hands. paul picot watches She is as beautiful as before, beautiful. Everything has not changed. I can call replica gst aquatimer watches my driver to stop? Can not.
A few years later she did not complete the audio, every bus, she is always sad to hear people shouting to get off when they could not help the tears fall. SHE also sounded an ear of the happy , happy love, happy to pain … …

It was a wind and rain in the afternoon, the same feeling as bad weather. Brothers and I took delivery of a cigarette. When I was preparing to light a cigarette, a rise of casual, not very far away to see her. I swear the moment I really wanted to jump through the window. I know that she hates boys smoking, I can not see her eyes, I felt disappointed, or surprised, or do not care. Since then we have something like the following though, also did not say in words. I once homework in the position. A female student asked me, the money to fly you usually smoke here? We ban a lot of boys are smoking ah! And before I answered, sitting not far away, she said, smoking. Then bowed his head to continue to do her work. At that time, thinking what is now forgotten, and sometimes sad things more quickly forget it.