He loved the game! Hanoi sunny summer days this warm him are you? I shall miss him very much. Who says spring is the season of love, anyway? For me, summer is the season of new love.
According to the world, then in the tropical country we love more in the welding zone countries. Hot weather makes the blood vessels dilate more and more traffic. People fall in love more passionately. This summer saw me miss him.
Looks weak fall guy remember what year even each tiny running shorts nhong dragon on the road in the morning. Remember the moment he saw big white back and black shorts he wore when to home to me. His posture looks weak then fell, tired and hungry as ill. Remember the picture he wore shorts wet surf slid both hair and fled to my house please shampoo. Maybe he bad shampoo, oil ran out and ran into my house. Still know his house in the same neighborhood with you, but you do not know where my house.
That's funny, those that have spent ten years already that I still remember as new not long ago. Oddly human emotions. Inherently we did not know each other. Yet he first met her was as familiar from long ago. Affection grew so naturally to the exotic.
Which also seems odd that we are not being polite to each other as the couple love each other. We looked at each other with passion, heart burning desire of adolescence. He appeared before my eyes as the image of a man in the family. Never fancy, flashy and fake anything. Maybe so, but I was really in love with him. Although he had a long distance, but my heart will always remember about him. I still have not enough strength and courage to go forward step further. I still love you very much!
Author: P. T. H
According to the world, then in the tropical country we love more in the welding zone countries. Hot weather makes the blood vessels dilate more and more traffic. People fall in love more passionately. This summer saw me miss him.
Looks weak fall guy remember what year even each tiny running shorts nhong dragon on the road in the morning. Remember the moment he saw big white back and black shorts he wore when to home to me. His posture looks weak then fell, tired and hungry as ill. Remember the picture he wore shorts wet surf slid both hair and fled to my house please shampoo. Maybe he bad shampoo, oil ran out and ran into my house. Still know his house in the same neighborhood with you, but you do not know where my house.
That's funny, those that have spent ten years already that I still remember as new not long ago. Oddly human emotions. Inherently we did not know each other. Yet he first met her was as familiar from long ago. Affection grew so naturally to the exotic.
Which also seems odd that we are not being polite to each other as the couple love each other. We looked at each other with passion, heart burning desire of adolescence. He appeared before my eyes as the image of a man in the family. Never fancy, flashy and fake anything. Maybe so, but I was really in love with him. Although he had a long distance, but my heart will always remember about him. I still have not enough strength and courage to go forward step further. I still love you very much!
Author: P. T. H
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