When I got stuck on the door, I looked down at the door. I thought I would wake up today and get hold of the shadow under the door. But I did not get it. Early in the morning I got my note and did not have any new notes.
I found it difficult to find it, but I did not. Maybe someone else took it. Maybe the wind blown up, maybe he did not get it. The new note, with the bottom of the door, entered the door,
"This girl has a grip on the door with a glue tip? Crazy! I got your note on the stairs. Could it be lost? Apply it with good glue. Unjoin you tonight you sleep. You will be sick of so little sleep. ""
I'm taking a note in hand, thinking, shaking, laughing. That's the weird feeling. Thus, under the eyes of everyone's eyes, love was born in small notebooks a little bit. If someone looked at me in front of my father, I would have thought that he was the boy.
I was sleeping every night waiting for the song and that song. The people of the restaurant laugh at me. They might have realized that love is going to happen. After listening to the song every night, they used to go and I entered the room and put a note and put it on the door.
Write one day,
"I do not even know your name.
You know at least my name. I do not even know you. I do not know the name. It did not get much injustice ?? "" "
It came in the morning,
"" You can call me lover. I know that in the age of the girls who love to write chati, I call them light madness and who are uncomfortable waiting for a letter, they are called pagli. ""
I used to remember laughing laughing
Romance takes romance around.
The next day, I wrote the note,
"Dear lover noticed a thing
I'm unstable if you do not feel like you are my "
At the middle of the night, I noticed that,
"I feel like I'm falling in love.
Today, you have seen me from the distance.
You had scent on your hair.
Strange scent screwed scent. ""
I fell in that chest with my head and fell asleep on that day.
