Next to her still and alone. Suddenly she was alone that they are overdrawn is their time, those voices on the occasion, which filled the space look, they really only belong to them. They lost the kind of calm before the exchange, lost that should belong to their plain and simple happiness. What we have now is nothing but false
Romance and passion Bale.
 
She laughed, and if this, too romantic to say.
 
She stared at him, she felt that although he stiff, but his love was not stiff. She would like to love what is it? Face to face a few words, a good cut apple, a deep feeling of the eyes, or say nothing and do nothing, two
People sitting quietly drinking tea on a wicker chair, Is not What pure love and attachment ?
 
Now? She would like them to love the decorations, and beautiful, but fragile, have become more artificial expression, but too few of nature revealed. She called him up, bubble tea, wiping a chair, they sat there, quiet night, they heard each other’s heartbeats