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Another year has past.

I have changed a lot in the past 2 years. I can’t say those are good changes. I often fell sad and depressed. I faces options but don’t know what to choose. Even when I am aware that it is the wrong one I am obsessed of , i still don’t wanna give up. Oh and  I put on quite some weight, although my mom loved it.

Sometimes we have to pay for the growth,right? Although I don’t know wether it is worth or not.

Maybe the complicity should always be major quality of life. What the grown-ups  do is to respect it and accept it.

You haven’t heard from each other for a long time.

We are too busy.We are too tired.We are too…You tell yourselves  so … but that doesn’t mean we don’t think about each other, we can still feel close to each other.

Two weeks, one month, half a year,

Finally you wrote him an email. He replied simply but quickly.

He still thinks about me!…The  whole day was lit up with his email.

Then life get back on the old path.

Busy, exhausted…

Two weeks, one month, half a year, a year and a half…

You didn’t know why but suddenly he came on your mind. You feel like writing him an email, yet this time, you don’t know how to start.

Closed the window. You felt you lost something, but didn’t know what it was.

In the night, you dreamed the day you tow first met.

Howdy!

His smile was as warm as the autumn sunshine.

You wake up and figure out you really missed the smile.

Sighed. How great it would be,  if it stopped at the moment we first met.

If it stopped at the moment we first met…

I decide to say nothing about it although I feel there are so many things pressed to my heart.

Love is frigile as is beautiful. The more suprises there are , the more injuries you might get.

I acknowledge all.

-Do you love him?

-No, of course not.

You denied it without hesitation… cause yout have someone already, and obviously you are not the only even out of his marriage.

But you said he impressed you at the first sight. You said you had quite a few dreams about him before you really touched his hands.  You said he has a lonely heart like you do. 

I saw your eyes lit up when he appears. I heard you assighed when he touched his wife’s hair.

Hey, girl.  Are you happy if you say you just want to have a little fun with him?

You don’t need to argue.

I wish you could listen to your heart.

There is right, and there is wrong.

The only way to be happy is to make a choice first and then you got a chance to get close to happiness.