Around The Way Love

Around lovers are this story about how my life flips or reverse. In the summer of 1995, I met this Mexican beautiful girl who just moved to my neighborhood. I am fifth grade primary school student. She is 6 years old and 1 year old and older than I am. I met her and threw my friend, I play in my neighbor every day. One day, when I left home I saw this strange girl colored with friends on the sidewalk.

I personally like the New York Map Guide to understand my way of doing things. I know that paper is an old school, but it is wonderful for the wonderful view of the city. I studied it before I left and removed it during my trip. Several previous studies can make a big difference. It's small enough to carry, great. I am not lonely, but since I am still a sociable animal, I will talk to people. I randomly chat in restaurants, bars, cinemas. While I was watching Broadway 's show, I had an enjoyable conversation with a local woman. After having a meeting at the hotel bar, I had dinner with the traveler.

I fell in love with it about eight years ago. Almost at the same time I started traveling more. In a sense, love for my trip gave me a strong interest in photography. Now, it often feels a different way. Please listen to the sight, color and pattern. When I was watching a movie, I felt "Oh, that shot is gorgeous" and put it in my mind as a potential way to take a scene. My favorite hobby is reflection, reading, writing, dreaming and so on. In the group, I like small intimate groups and many strangers. I like speaking and acting. I am quietly enjoying the company of others. Until then, members of the group said that "you do not say too much". I am trying to stop me with the right company

I like to send text messages to your foolish joke, I like to make you laugh. I like listening to your questions and talking to you all about you about me, I like the way you can be by your side. I like that you are always very honest. I like to have you have a stupid face, I like how smart you are. I have no one around you. I saw you when you are scared When I talked about your grandma and how much you love her, I saw your eyes brightened. I am there when you talk about your passion, your favorite songs, and why you cry. It is silent, on the way to the middle of the night, the moonlight illuminates your face. At that moment, I have to fall for you. Please believe me when I say that I am not hurt by it. That is, I understand, but I understand. This is not your fault. It is not your fault yet, it is not that boy you do not love me