I think you

 Simple words, only in the mind to stay in the depths of my heart. Never can not say it. That feeling is good, is warm. Is to stay forever. Unknowingly come to this step but to cherish. only care. only spoiled with. The other kind of emotion, the other kind of treatment, and her heart in my own party to another world, a better reality. tears when I feel bad when, whether in What time what the season. feel the pain of love, but unable to share, and only one of her own suffer in silence. even if she chose to adhere to, but not how to feel the sweet taste of love, and occasionally only when it touches my heart deep Acacia only that the infinite pains. Sometimes, I do not know what it feels like were available in the silent night across the heart. the face of temporary confusion behind the screen, is a deep sigh and miss, is the little bit of care come together to form the river . in our hearts flow. pulled into the real distance. Although a cold winter is coming. do not want her any harm, a very kind person. never thought of his request, and only pay blindly. Acacia even painful , she has to bear in the same time giving their warmest care. Sometimes, this feeling is not like love, are like a torment of Chinese medicine. boil longer the pain. has spent a mind, could not bear thrown away. occasionally, I will blur. will suddenly feel the reality of her. a smile, a little melancholy, a truth, a yearning. lonely, she always wanted to become the strong arm in front of others. In when the memory of being alone, sad. sleep with her, accompanied her pain. that sometimes I just sigh, to feel his presence. coexistence was always kidding her, pet her and care about her, love her . She has not developed as the grass needs care. a simple way of thinking almost like sheets of white paper. in front of her, I completely tore up his disguise, to show a real self. regardless of my thinking, my feelings, a piece of me. cold winter nights, broken heart and body. quiet and lonely in the house, only you feel the suffering of their own, perhaps the kind of happiness. But, in every sleepless night, do not cry , do not make life difficult for themselves, better their own kind to some of their own. pity born from the heart, without any distractions. want to spend around her every sleepless night. want to listen to her heart talk, want to feel her breath breath, do not think any other thoughts. want to see her laugh, to see the flowers in her heart, like pure simple hug. want to kiss her forehead. want to see her in my arms peace of mind to close my eyes. feeling that peace and comfort. want her to temporarily forget the reality of being in a virtual survive. do not want to see her suffering, her tired heart temporarily open. is unintentional, deeply into her heart, but was it were touched by kindness. A love without asking for her to pay. sigh. every day the face of the sun, she will be very bright. with the old ways that once virtually added to their stress. palsy busy with work themselves. with a sincere smile to face anything. But when the sun sets, it is a true portrayal of her heart. a hard lonely heart is tired, the girl insists to love. many times that I want to persuade her to give up this were persistent, give up the sad, to give up this feeling. give yourself a youth and a calm, one can find happiness under the care of the growth of love. But I always, after a few words, give up the idea, do not want to then hit her. a few people confidante. see sense to rely on the feelings of the heart, but also the day when the location and many other conditions. the face of her, I would not have distractions, to just that simple, can be to make her happy and happy feeling. should make her feel good things and not living in their own under the pressure of the invisible. really want to give her a hug, a kiss like his brother, a broad strong shoulders, a simple but strong care. feel her loneliness, her confusion, her thoughts, her bit by bit. feel the real her, not to weave their own bitterness and pain of love. lost the pain, conscious of the pain. to to a healthy, she is still a simple pleasure of a woman, a meeting will be a sweet little girl smile. A self-confidence to face life all the girls. I can give, and perhaps only that her heart can move text. looked at her photo, essays, insights .....