Even though you away, I leave this little present for you just read it ... Happy fifteen love)
tells the story a few years ago, a couple of young individuals were found at the entrance to a room. It has the same story that the lost look on her face, and at that time knew there was another girl.
The story goes that after the couple was more than just two youths who clashed on a door. Note that there were days they spent together in the rain without shelter that his hugs, that there were mornings when the sun was coming out the other eyelid opening, on the nights they went with the melody of their voices.
love story has been many. How many songs have been written, how many stories have been imagined, few films have been recorded, but no song to kick so many tears, and no tingling story many, many sighs and no movie like that pair up and still composing.
a poet once said, speaking to a woman, where poetry was her. I tell this gentleman that I was wrong. I've seen poetry. I have seen the song. I've seen the music, movies, stories, arts. They name, curly hair of a defined color. He lives in a boarding house in a strange city. Wins his smile still intact but has cried but their eyes are still beautiful, has laughed and the times you hear her laugh, a flower blooms in the grass and a cloud in the sky cleared and a smile on one face is form. Has died and returned to life, then success has triumphed again.
who have seen say that leaves you baffled if you give him enough time to haunt you. Some people have strange tales about the supernatural powers of his eyes charming, his delightful voice, his magical ride. I, however, I have seen her and seen her with her partner, reflected in the glass door before entering somewhere in the windows of parked cars passing in the water of rivers that together visit.
And all I've seen, in that reflection, are two people who love ...
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