I do not like to talk about the breakup.

Granted, that is so sad but so too this season. By the time most weather conditions, how many people feel that letting go cold. New friends who the day before was still making the streets to see that today was sweet to sit here with you lonely beat, drowsiness because time itself did not break up or keep up.

Love, if only the selfish emotion wonderful. So new in attachment security, sometimes just a story of a person. Farewell. It 's just a story.

After the break up, I do not think about who was wrong in a relationship. If you have met her, I realized my error about not making her see enough care and love. You can really busy but women do not care about that. Because they worry or feel insecure and should find a new man to their sense of security and protection. If you do not give her that, perhaps this time the other guys are doing it on your behalf then.

Upon returning to one's own sky, do not think of each other. Having tasted the sweetness of love, then it must also accept the fact that as the concentration, separation as cramps. Do not think about each other, then happy memories well enough to squeeze the iron in the left chest crying in silence. The rest, is just trying to find a reason to think ill of each other, to be biased reason that soothes my heart was broken then. Finally, remember passing trade, how to heal people, but also continue to miss.

I broke someone usually done excellent condition. Delete numbers, taking out gifts in a box, a message went away - which sometimes standing at the makeup lover laughed and pulled out his reading. I understand that her children, because not overcome the feeling of love that look new again heartbroken. But that can not stop playing that had finished breakup can make you continue. If not, then have not tormented love. If only superficial emotions that may well be, nor seen leaving empty it turned out just as well as two passers-by, looked at each other in a split second, then suddenly suddenly forget love.

I especially cherish his lover. They, too, are the ones I cherish the most charming that even if all other parts. There are those that do not meet again for years, each time referring to still talk about each other in a very special feeling. Although the two did not touch, still know that at the other end of the country, other people still live well, still there are problems like that and still see the day end with a joke cup of tea " Why do not you love me that day ? ". Faced with that answer, after all, remain both silent. Perhaps it is because we have never encountered problems in sharing life together, so as never to forget that life story that you love one another.

Mistress, nonetheless very different lovers.

After a very long time, old lovers can become friends. Now both have been forgiven for yourself and go beyond the scope of the word love charm.

Anyway, I still do not like to talk about the breakup. So much so that even when he suggested future two separate ways, I still do not understand because at heart he still loved and still reason to wonder how long his new found such a wonderful person. Over time, the conversation casually in a side cup of bitter coffee, suddenly mentioning the word love " old " embarrassed the mouth. Embarrassing because it was, deep in the beats that, still no time to get acquainted with the facts that each kiss his fist before a lot of other envious eyes were no longer here now.

I like bitter chocolate. Up to now also like bitter coffee, go cafes also black rock chorus air bubbles. Who found that their self- love and suffering, only that bitterness was infused without knowing how sweet part behind. I drink a thing like me, because, remains, until now its still alone.

(There's still a lot of thought but feel like this is the perfect )

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