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sometimes the summery smell still catches me off-guard. he came into my life and i let him take over. i knew i was his when I held his hands, when i saw him with that microphone.
it was the happiest time, all is good and beautiful. ヾ(＠°▽°＠)ﾉwhen everything came to a halt, part of me was left behind. some nights i dreamed about it, in my dreams he always looked the same as always. he just stood there looking at me, in silence. there was nothing behind his eyes, no warmth, no recollection of me. i felt so light, and cold, like all the blood in my body has drained away.
[why, sweetheart? have i not held you tight for the cause of my own misery? but you've made your way back into my life. so it's true we were no longer in each other's arms but worlds apart. i look down at my palms, and there they are, all the tiny drops of memory, shivering and wanted to slip away. but how can i just let it go like this?]
did i say i miss him? sometimes i think of him, picturing us still together. other times i let things go. he and i have changed, so has the love between us. but love endures in ways other than that of lover and beloved. it is, in the end, something we both carried with us. (●´ω｀●)ゞ
did i say i miss him? sometimes i think of him, picturing us still together. other times i let things go. he and i have changed, so has the love between us. but love endures in ways other than that of lover and beloved. it is, in the end, something we both carried with us. (●´ω｀●)ゞ
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9，10月的天气时热时冷，但是一直晴天。秋天的草枯的很快，多一点雨水能让它们活久一点。中午从餐馆出来的时候，雨又开始下，而且越来越大。等鞋和裙子都被沾湿了，我开始希望我有一把大伞了。往数图走的方向上，要经过东边的“庭院”。其中我最喜欢的那个，砖墙旁边的大树下有铁的花园凳。很难得下雨我还在外面闲逛，所以就往这院子里绕了绕。下着雨的花园
里反而安静了下来，听不到远处学生活动的声音，也没有鸟叫，居然还一只松鼠都看不到。铺路的沙子湿了，踩起来比较厚实。走着走着，我开始对今天的雨释怀。能活在自然的和谐里，多好。