I began to like a bisexual girl from the age of 13, crush for 4 years, until she was 17 years old crossing the ocean. What it feels like, to girlfriend's identity for her to do all things. Can not say that the love of exports is really painful, but pain is willing to fall.
Like to see her lively figure, like to see her roll up or loose long hair, like to listen to her sweet and firm voice. Her smile, her joy and anger, her body a touch of fragrance, her handsome writing. She listened to the song, she liked the writer, her clothes brand, her new bought hair ornaments. Her everything. Always want to join her every moment. We go to school together, even if the road is not the same home.
In the morning I was waiting for her at the entrance of the school, and then with her through the layers of shade covered long school road. Dusk we go out of the classroom together, in different directions of the station forklift dispute who should first accompany the car. Of course I usually lose Class when we pick the adjacent seat to sit together, tired when she will lean on my shoulder, sometimes I will rely on her. Can not see the blackboard when she pulled over the notebook to see, when the head of the first time to sit together and say a whisper.
We look at the same novel, drink the same cup of drinks, share the same pair of headphones, hold the same umbrella. She has a big hellokitty umbrella, I have to abandon that too little girl, but she said, so that you can hold the next two people ah. I know her almost all close relatives, nothing even when she and her mother will send two text messages. I was a frequent visitor to her dinner table, and her grandmother even knew that I liked spicy food. We had to lie together in her bed for a break in the morning. Zhou is full of her body a faint aroma. How many times want to raise her hand clinging to her, but still can not be courage.
We share all the secrets that can be shared. Except I love her.
In addition to every time she stared at her heart constantly repeated repeated, we can not be together. What kind of love is then simple and blazing ah, as long as the thought may be lost, it has been dying. And even waved goodbye to her next moment off the eyes. Then she began to have a boyfriend. Like every little girl in love, she began to talk to me about the things between them. Their sweet their quarrels, their tacit understanding their disagreement Handset side, her tone cheerful, ramble to say non-stop; listeners here, I pretend to smile but sour to the bottom of my heart. So what about it, as long as she is happy. She sometimes said I was harsh on her boyfriend's request. But I can not control it. I always want to give her the best, including love, but I can not give it.
In this way, we went from junior high school to the same high school, from ignorant little girl grow into a slim girl. Home of the road for a, but we still go together. The playground became bigger, we did not walk together again. She began to think about thinking SAT ready to go abroad, I still in the college entrance examination of the chaos alone in the insistence. This time, I do the problem to do upset throwing pen throwing the book no longer have her softly appease. This time, when I met the sudden rain can only propped his umbrella a person to go. This time, my tears are no longer always for her flow. When she got the dream of the offer, I told myself, this is really the end of the.
This is not any good outcome of the possible crush, the end of the.
And when I finally tried to put her down for a long time, really put down her. Is still close friends, just become exceptionally relaxed. I was once afraid that when I lost her, I still did not like to love her as a person's ability to love. In fact, the answer to now I have not found.
Like to see her lively figure, like to see her roll up or loose long hair, like to listen to her sweet and firm voice. Her smile, her joy and anger, her body a touch of fragrance, her handsome writing. She listened to the song, she liked the writer, her clothes brand, her new bought hair ornaments. Her everything. Always want to join her every moment. We go to school together, even if the road is not the same home.
In the morning I was waiting for her at the entrance of the school, and then with her through the layers of shade covered long school road. Dusk we go out of the classroom together, in different directions of the station forklift dispute who should first accompany the car. Of course I usually lose Class when we pick the adjacent seat to sit together, tired when she will lean on my shoulder, sometimes I will rely on her. Can not see the blackboard when she pulled over the notebook to see, when the head of the first time to sit together and say a whisper.
We look at the same novel, drink the same cup of drinks, share the same pair of headphones, hold the same umbrella. She has a big hellokitty umbrella, I have to abandon that too little girl, but she said, so that you can hold the next two people ah. I know her almost all close relatives, nothing even when she and her mother will send two text messages. I was a frequent visitor to her dinner table, and her grandmother even knew that I liked spicy food. We had to lie together in her bed for a break in the morning. Zhou is full of her body a faint aroma. How many times want to raise her hand clinging to her, but still can not be courage.
We share all the secrets that can be shared. Except I love her.
In addition to every time she stared at her heart constantly repeated repeated, we can not be together. What kind of love is then simple and blazing ah, as long as the thought may be lost, it has been dying. And even waved goodbye to her next moment off the eyes. Then she began to have a boyfriend. Like every little girl in love, she began to talk to me about the things between them. Their sweet their quarrels, their tacit understanding their disagreement Handset side, her tone cheerful, ramble to say non-stop; listeners here, I pretend to smile but sour to the bottom of my heart. So what about it, as long as she is happy. She sometimes said I was harsh on her boyfriend's request. But I can not control it. I always want to give her the best, including love, but I can not give it.
In this way, we went from junior high school to the same high school, from ignorant little girl grow into a slim girl. Home of the road for a, but we still go together. The playground became bigger, we did not walk together again. She began to think about thinking SAT ready to go abroad, I still in the college entrance examination of the chaos alone in the insistence. This time, I do the problem to do upset throwing pen throwing the book no longer have her softly appease. This time, when I met the sudden rain can only propped his umbrella a person to go. This time, my tears are no longer always for her flow. When she got the dream of the offer, I told myself, this is really the end of the.
This is not any good outcome of the possible crush, the end of the.
And when I finally tried to put her down for a long time, really put down her. Is still close friends, just become exceptionally relaxed. I was once afraid that when I lost her, I still did not like to love her as a person's ability to love. In fact, the answer to now I have not found.
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