Unilateral separation of love. You can not worry about me like people. Uncle said the separation. Because I'm not worried about you being happy. What bore you? Then they leave me. See you hurt. Because I do not like people Like many boys, passionate with you. Every butterfly bee joking for you when I need you. He hurt more than a hundred times. I'm the only one who loves you. In the past it was me. I blame you for being the two of us. I did not know how to keep the last minute, like this. In the past it was me
