In the past, I am a person. Life without love, I always suspected always happiness to love someone, it is a?, why people when there's love. They often change myself?They are gentle eyes, or action of warm, I was wondering. They hug each other's feelings?, I never knew love like that..., I now feel themselves are like them,Love my identity to soft and warm
love makes me feeling afraid of losing someone to..., when I feel that I want to hug. And kiss the girl I love. I want to take care of her in her weary,I want to take you to eat delicious
, I want to look at the sky at night, and you are sitting next to him and smiled at me... Now I'm in love?... yes...? This is my love...