Our trip to Florence, our love march, our...
That's all fake, we've never been together again! Never! !
A heavy heart model hit his brain heavily, his eyes were slightly closed, his legs were out of control and weak, and the books and newspapers scattered all over the stairs...
"Assessed by medical experts: she has a serious mental illness and has no ability to control her behavior, so he has to go to a mental hospital for long-term treatment."
In my dreams, Ruffak loves me, he protects me, and takes care of me, but I know that he lives in my fantasy... Everyone has their own ideal partner, but I have to be better than myself Others are deep.
A sex fanatic who has been imprisoned for fifty years told me that love needs to wait
In the time-staggered plot, the dazzling red top, the shoulder-length curls scattered, those eyes, those cheeks... a flower when we met, the body pressing and lip breathing when death rubbed shoulders, the real person in the room The size of the murals of the human body, the distance of love in the ward where Chinese medicine grains are piled up. The teasing of every bouquet, the meticulousness of every gift. Everything she does is just to express: I love you. Every short sentence, is planning our love: our trip to Florence, our love march.
Extreme concentration of the spirit, confusion of nerves, he did not know that every normal, there is a pair of eyes watching, just within reach. In a word, a flower, a painting, a heart, and a key unlock the turbid truth. Lover's suspicion, co-worker's confusion, own confusion, puzzled items, uncharacteristic sentences, repeated meditations with crossed fingers, frowning disorder, absurd nonsense, painful loss, torture of unbelief. Fortunately, there is her support, fortunately there is her support after the event, a happy family, a longing child, a happy swing...
How can one judge one's own feelings? How can a person plan their love?
How can a woman express her feelings rationally? How can a woman tell him: I love you so much? How can a woman make every word shake his heart? How can a woman disrupt his life selfishly? How can a woman stand in the distance and see her beloved lingering on her daughter? How can a woman believe in her heart: You don't love me?
A house, a row of fences, a bright green, a lonely heart: I have no family, I only have you, think about our trip to Florence, the key to the house is here, I am waiting for you there...
phantom love
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