Boys, this is a story. We are complicated, they are too. We love them, they love us. They hurt us, it hurts. Many girls can not do without. We love them for their invaluable humours, by challenging their attitudes, their bewitching eyes, with their simple presence that can make us happy we lost, by their faces that we h ... antent for nights by their voices echoing in our ears to infinity when we think of them, in words they told us & we would never listen without tiring. Boys can give us confidence in us, as they can destroy us. They are good and evil at the same time. That we follow, and that they fled. One who makes us dream & weep. The one you love & hate. That we would never leave & that we would like to forget. Whoever did capsize our heart & makes us upset in sadness. Anyone who dazzled our dreams & turning them into nightmares. That makes us sensitive and without pity. He who opens our heart & makes hard as stone. Whoever becomes our hope & our disappointment. Whoever makes our happiness & our misfortune? This makes our day illuminated & dull. That we love & we can not support one who gives us a smile and who does disappear. Anyone who understands what you want and who is the object. Whoever takes up the most space in our heart & who does more left. & We regret that we avoid one who attracts our attention and which pushes. This being told everything and to whom we hide things. Anyone who knows us by heart & for that we are a perfect stranger. Whoever fills a gap that widens & more. Whoever finds the right words and who said hurtful things. He who saves us and who drowns us that He forbids all eyes & be buried Whoever our trust & who lose. He who is faithful and who betrayed us. He talked about all the time & that avoids the subject. That we admire and who disgusts us. Boys, we love them. And even if it can hurt, basically, I think the pain is like, because it helps us to fight, to get up.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 02:08:14 +0000
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