The sense of loss has really hurt him, he cried, tears acrid and pungent salty stormed up the nose, deep into the end of each vent body muscles, aches and pains as thousands of universal needle puncture.
He was ready to let go of my hand ... Really have to let go only because he was tired, his feet weighed down, arms were tired, as the days go by that my ball, and now he say to myself that he was ready then ... Ready for the job that he thought he would never do what, that is let go and go.
The sense of loss has really hurt him, he cried, tears acrid and pungent salty stormed up the nose, deep into the end of each vent body muscles, aches and pains as thousands of universal needle nose, but few people understand him?
Let go of my hand that will not hold you anymore, that is also lost prop, so he will fall, he looks at me with mercy falls far? Let go of my hand that is no longer a child, a lost child, take away the breath of those days. Will probably die in the pain of being tormented myself. If I die I will cry right? I mean to let go when he turned to the side to find a shoulder, a hug in the cold this winter, he will only receive the emptiness and the cold air only, you will lemon pleased when he scolded you?
Let go of my hand is let you go, you will leave me, no longer his own, will never get that man a sacred thing called love me anymore, I'll give them to others right? From now on he will learn to stand alone, the pain and the concern. He will learn to walk alone, without any prop. He will learn to stand on feet, using his own strength. Will take the short distance to be with my motivation, I will not be alone in memories with oil.
I will one day come back and grabbed my hands right? Will one day startled me and I'll chase you? There will be a day I realize can not live without me? There will be a day you understand that you've hurt me? Then let me say to myself that I let my children go out to find the true happiness of his pain and he was so happy when he realized that he was not in place!
You know, something which does not belong to them will never be his, but he still tried to accept the thought that their efforts will turn all he really that stupid. All gone, all gone, all ended like a dream come true so long ...
It is said every man has a heart is divided into several parts, one part to another to love and to hate, and also because it was so in love, so they hate each other ... Did you not get the love, people hate to erase the so-called love? Feeling afraid to hate someone, but because the love that the world is more menacing ...
Will you hate me? Will hate him? I can not know anymore, he loves the children but, more than anything he loves.
He must live in fear that a whirl of happiness yesterday. Miss you afraid of the night, wash water snake eyes wake up after nightmares about them. Afraid when the painful memory of his peace with trade, for each missed once again hopelessly painful rending.
Happiness is the wind to float. Happiness is a soft green grass beneath someone. How much he'll miss the feeling of holding you in my heart and feel the warmth of you, it made him limp, as he melts in the joy that you are of him, he'll remember every word of love and sweet where you ...
How do you remember? Why give people hope and then deprived? Why the happy people happy then leave it as it may be a perfect time? Why? Why? Why so? Please answer me away! Well said well said forever never know what the answer, but at least now he has the courage to face yourself then. Step back and look at me face to the sky for the tears back into my heart nhé ..
I used to love each other. Walk a while together, these seemed to be eternal and nothing can be divided, so that ... Promises just as the wind blowin '... Words of love only a past. All just memories, sadness and anger and how it is separation.
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