Do you love Nansi: think of a paragraph I read:
The person who doesn't seem to care about you, writes all the things he wants to say to you in the chat window, but never presses the send key.
The man who resolutely dragged you into the blacklist quietly watched your joys and sorrows elsewhere.
Those of you who think you have nothing to do with you, in so many vulnerable nights, really resist the impulse to contact you 10,000 times.
More than you know.
People are often so misunderstood that they think they love the old long, in fact, they just live a bad life now.
Love begins with beauty, and falls into talent, loyalty to character, love of flesh, love of sound, and finally, loss of material to reality.
You see, the word growing up doesn't even look so lonely.
At the age of the cross, I met the one who most wanted to commit to life.
Promises are something that only those who listen remember.
It's sad, but the one you like so much can't have it.