You firmly believe that there is no absolute love in the world without subconscious completion. To confide in your heart is just looking for an outlet, sweetness but a small test. Fate is actually destined to be. The most serious cold in the world, your doubts and avoidance are the best antidote to it. Sometimes you think about your whole body and retreat, when he is not running towards you.
Your words are a door, and there are promises outside the door. In the future and forever, there are excuses in the door, reality and the present. In the collision you are unbearable for fear that the door panel will break. You swipe coldly, you fly, and you sprint. How do you tell him to be good.
This is not A light comedy of love with sci-fi elements. He will not let you come to the place where you met for the first time by ghosts, and will not let time freeze to find a countermeasure. You are not a considerate heroine, you can see through his weirdness To soothe his pain, you can understand his gifts and support his dreams. The life of playing house is no different from a game, and no matter how wonderful it is, it will come to an end. Raise your hand, and the silver-white light on the ring finger is pierced. His eyes hurt, and an obvious End sank into his heart. Your Start surprised me.
You actually believed it. Actually,
you actually knelt at Destiny's feet. You didn't say a word, your Pray turned into a blush on your face. You are wearing a white gauze, waiting for your destiny to uncover it, and there are laughter and applause. I unconsciously imagine you in the future, you are loyal to love and only want to be his. Whoever, will you remember with your other person, will you think of a person when you remember your transformation, and think of it as a figure that cannot be buried all year round. Some things are believed to be better than ignoring, and forgetting is not every year. Years should be early.
"I bless you", "Are you sincere?" It doesn't matter whether he is sincere, just whether you need it or not. It has nothing to do with your traces, your long hair, but you are he who will no longer love after he wakes up The soil sown here.
You are the summer in his life that has been alive to almost suffocating, and he is now regrouping to embrace autumn. Can you always hold this belief, and continue to meet and seek in the unknown journey.
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