COLORS OF LOVE

COLORS OF LOVE
"You come here". The three words that come to me quietly on the sunny morning, Yellow or message me, he just called me at night, he told me at that time to hear his voice very softly.

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Yellow Smoke but in his shirt wrap available. He has a habit of not like anyone, everyone whenever sad, he burned the drug and allow it to wane. He says he likes to look at drug ring hauntingly smoke than smoking it, so you have new sadness in his heart deep in it. I often tell panic attack a few cigarettes, smoking should not dare to even slightly in the first few cigarettes. Huang explains that he burned like a drug habit, habit is like every day he had to walk a round on the street. He also added that such habits like my face looked like radiant, laughing.
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Huang did not say, but I know he has a habit that every day he texted me a message. Messages that you do not need me to answer, I know I'll always love me even in the crowd I always made him tired. I like coffee in the morning. Britain's example. Then he himself said:

-First Having coined coffee, people do to sit in the morning, right ?. shop

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Yeah, where one thousand years ago is probably sitting cafe now. Coffee is a tree that grows in the African jungle. Until the plant is put into growing coffee in Arabia, it is processed into wine in the year 1000. By 1600, a dealer named Baba Budan India had swallowed the beans in the stomach to bring them out of the Arab, coffee from which new opportunities are available throughout the world. And until 1800, Brazil became the largest coffee producer in the world, and this time new. . . Cup of coffee.

He very interesting historical story of coffee. "Whence have one knew of this plant arduous to this hour I had it to drink it." And I do not care about coffee, I just love to hear him sing. I am not knowledgeable about music, but when you take the lyrics warm in the quiet crunch of grass garden I felt like my heart lightly, forgetting about the whole thing and how things like the anxiety .

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But no Huang, I still dating. No one could explain this, the more I can not explain this. Though I know that the multiplication plus all the boys I knew, he was generous and loved me unconditionally. He did not ask why the message Saturday night he asked me to go out to eat I did not answer. How do I reply to him was when the car was sitting behind Hung.

Hung wish I love him completely, but he or hide curiosity in naughty sayings: "He does not have texted me, go play with it?" He asks. I would reply: "You my friend that". And he laughed.

Hoang keeps texting wisely, so whether Hung read his messages still do not understand the words in it. He wrote: dick, caphe bonmua. Italy he asked if I free the cafe next four seasons, he was sitting there. He wrote: mot, two ?. It meant I was alone or was beside others. If the reply I mean I was alone, until then he'll call. If he texts grapes & raisins, I knew he was remembering me.

I asked Huang: "I'm not jealous, do not check the one you love, there are days you will lose". He asked me: "One day how many hours you anyway?". I could answer. "Twenty-four hours. No one test is someone full 24 hours if he or she deliberately betrayed. One can betray even in dreams anymore there. There is not it?". I looked at him, his eyes deep vortex tell me he was jealous with Hung, who does not jealous after seeing her daughter loves to go where the other person.

Honestly, I do not know I love Hung not, I vaguely about it, really Hung interested, very good to me, always my way out of ink, is so that I thought I was in love with him ?. Hung back more time and money than you. Hung appeared before me more than him. Probably the appearance, how to create an excuse to meet and cause mutual control is a method of tilting hearts poured a daughter.

My house a grocery store, never Hoang coming, so I said: "No, when you allow it to me." There are stubborn Huy brought before the vehicle arrives, greeted loudly reinforced my mother heard me.

At first, I enjoy because someone sought, but after a month, I bored as anorexia sticky rice. Hoang Hung also said that love me, but Hung declared: "You and I just go out together as friends invite each other to drink a glass of water after all. Nothing."

That's it, I love playing the Royal as if he was a moss roof. I innocently made him painfully that I realized that no matter what happens to me in the car of a man, arms hugged back a different man and his flesh to touch someone another man.

Still know that in my heart always washed his shadow, but sometimes so engrossed in playing, I forget that he was waiting. I forgot that the heart of a boy as a girl in love yet and it is the most fragile heart earth. I made the heart of Royal shattered.

"You come here". Only three words are normally assembled in twenty-four letters, but since it was a separatist. He still has his own way to tell me something. Facebook account, your yahoo are locked. He was gone?

Maybe he'll make the message I'm glad, because I was free. I freely down the street in the bustling afternoon light falling leaf. I freely travel through strange lands. I deliberately hugged Hung back over the bridge, past the traffic light intersection. But I tottering under the message in my machine.

I stepped down the stairs, the hostess ran by: "Naturally, he Hoang said that he was paid by the end of the room, his back to his room for what she wants to use in the making".

I nodded to her. The room was thick form you leave memories, the first grip, was shivering in wet lips lim, are just burning cigarettes smoked tops, the message does not need to answer. And what is more, as I continually failed rendezvous with him. Then in love, no one can endure forever is a promise.

It's the last ticket of the train. She laughed softly ticket sales: "If you could not buy tickets, to new late next train." Thanks. I can not explain to her that I was just the ticket of this train, I do not need tickets for any other train. I anticipate if not get a ticket, I'll still be on board despite being fined.

I stepped aboard the ship rolling. Well, below are the hand waving. Nobody waved me because no one knew that I was in on this ship. My phone only missed calls of Hung. I gently moved the name "Honey" of the name Hung as everyone else. It's strange, I thought I was doing it the hard.

Boats had to leave the city, sunny off, leaving only the light yellow color, very pale. Glisten outside as the street lamps were switched on. I leave my seat, began to move up front carriages. Today is the weekend, but the ship still a lot of empty seats. The empty train car and the collision sound of the track brought a pang of sadness.

I pushed, I walked. I have chen, must step would otherwise slow. In my life as a foot is only slowly did the same place. And I've seen him. You're looking at him looking out of the train window. Also that night, outside the forest there, he looked anything but that?

Besides he is still an empty seat. The sound from the speaker of the MP3 player you bring wine very softly: "Today saw you go on the other side of town. In the heart suddenly happy as life is very strange. I find my remote in each heel. Do lyrics ca along the way. I find I like drops of sunshine there. Doing little pink lips for me because (Trinh Cong Son) ".

I approached him: "Excuse me, I can sit in that...". I just said that he was clinging to my arm. Oh, why am I crying? Since then his message had just appeared in my machine: grapes & raisins.

Boats go out of the dark tunnel !!!