What's it like to be in love?

To describe love, to try to make it a physical description would never do it justice

; but I suppose I must try.

 It’s like that blissful,

 blank moment right before you fall asleep,

 the curiosity and complacent look from the first drop of rain,

 the gentle warmth of a fire-warmed blanket on a devilish winter’s night.

 It’s all of those small moments, those ones that make you giggle and laugh for no reason at all, the ones that make you jump out of your seat and just sprint with joy, all intertwined into one huge, experimental, gratuitous emotion: love.  ❤

25.10.2011

病了，一个人扛；烦了，一个人藏；痛了，一个人挡；街上，一个人逛；路上，一个人想；晚上，一个人的床……慢慢地习惯了一个人的生活，变得沉默、变得冷落、没了想理、不想说、不想看……我不是高傲，也不是胡闹，只是厌倦了那些随时可能失去的依靠。

24.10.2011

遗忘，是送给彼此的最好纪念。

你不会忘记我，你不需要忘记我。我对于你来说是那么轻。



你一个人的时候你会想念我...吧？

想念我对你的执念


谢谢，你曾经那样的推开我。