In the past, I am a person. A life without love, I always skeptical of happiness always love a person, is it? Why is it that when there is love. They often change their own? They are gentle eyes, or the action of warm, I want to know. They hugged each other's feelings? I don't know, this love, I feel now...... They are very loving, let my identity, soft and warm I love let me feel afraid to lose...... I believed, when I want to hug. And the girl I love. I want to take care of her in her tired, I want to take you to eat the delicious
, I want to look at the sky at night, you sit beside me,Smiling at me... Now my love?... Yes...? This is my love... :)