YOU WHAT ARE MY?

 YOU WHAT ARE MY?
In short I am glad I have some peach flowers. My motto is, "his wife home, mistress is customary".

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 YOU WHAT ARE MY?

They say "the way to man's heart goes through the stomach". I totally agree. I also understand it in a broader sense than a lot but I suspect that the author must also unexpected. In view of that, I, more accurately, my parents soon found a "homogamy" to worry about what to eat through the stomach. But you know, eat the only one taste, sometimes impromptu want us to change, so we went to eat consistently. Dining is preferred, more options, is more dedicated service and exotic. Do not laugh at me. I bet that any guy that is called true man just like me, only they dare not or do not dare to admit. What is different in that a lot of people looking forward to me "eat". No wonder, a director with the standard appearance and "capability love" across the top then that nothing is confusing. In short I am glad I have some peach flowers. My motto is, "his wife home, mistress is customary".

YOU WHAT ARE MY?
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Talk about you, if you are a desecration for the shop, I was a nameless shop, I had casually look at tired legs. That day I lost the contract dislocated billions, I'm not depressed about the company that pulled higher on a fairly deserted cafe on the way, I need quiet to reconsider their contracts. After nearly an hour reviewing all terms, I concluded that my partner would regret. I closed the laptop, leaning against the wall of the chair. Main that moment I saw you, girl with long braids sitting gazes out the door. I smile: these days, but also hair braiding her daughter. Honestly the peasant braid that has attracted me. So, I look at you, what about me watching something outside the window I do not know. Intrigued and curious, I went to the desk you:

- Sorry, I sit here?

She looked at me inquisitive. I smiled friendly as possible. Later they admitted that it was a smile that made me nod. But not because it is beautiful as I think that because it's like my idol. Shelves, anyway I was sitting near me. The "deer" My start.

- Did you see what so enthralled?

I put my hand to plant flowers outside the door. Bright yellow flowers hang down in clusters.

- What States?

- Skin! United Lesbian!

- Oh, hear weird. He did not know it ever.

- Really?

And you tell me about her flowers. I only remember vague it is a flower blooming in the summer, what belongs to something because I have interest in it. Being drunk I suddenly silent, wide-eyed, excited and mouth loudly applauded loudly

- I look! Summer snow!

A strong wind blew through as series of petals flying with the wind and then slowly lowered to the ground. I laughed not because the flowers that for you. So I found a "strange diner". But there is one other point, "I do not shop for sale". Upon hearing the views I share his love and eat, I've said that. She also said: "Dining with the bar food delicious but not hygienic, you are sharing cups, bowls, spoons, chopsticks even eat the leftovers of other people there." Your statement makes me shudder. "And above all, money, no money, the shop can not eat it. There's not customary for all." I gasp heard. Before I thought you like a golden deer bewildered, looking at life through rose colored glasses, did not expect me to look at life coherently, and so naked. She cooed: "They live without eating shop and no one lives without eating the whole."

- So how about your shop?

- I just want to be home. Do not want to sell the shop!

But now, she again asked me to run away, "I together elope! Only 24 hours left his true second". After the minute surprise, I - a man you've known for nearly a year but had not been active in a child's hair naturally delighted to agree. Maybe you have to change your mindset. I think about a night of endless sweet at the hotel. And we choose Hue. Hue is not the place where I was born but contains my childhood memories. As for me, I know about Hue is not much, just through the words of poet Han Mac Tu and told by me, even if I never once to Hue. But you said "I love Hue - a love without justification and how I love you."

I pass her on his motorcycle. Perhaps never to Hue ramp closer to that. I drunk to tell me about the place was going through, just for you two roadside trees or any small memorabilia associated with my childhood. One day in the role of tour guide I guide you to visit all the coolest places of Hue. My looks excited makes me happy. I like the way you loudly when I walked pass Phu Giang, round eyes like visiting the Citadel, like charming smile when I hummed two allegorical verses of Han Mac Tu right where he writes about it "moon river boat who parked there. There could carry on tonight's moon" and the cherubic love, holiness, purity of children at prayer in Thien Mu Pagoda. We dine and drink coffee in a restaurant along the river. A cozy and romantic love songs of Trinh earnest. A gift as a gift for my little brother. Stepping onto the stage, hugged guitar, I sing hat- single girl in my heart now own songs two of us. Do not clap as a series of other guests in the restaurant. I know your eyes filled with tears. Grabbing her tiny hands, I softly "though wrinkled old Austrian, silver would also call each other names forever."

YOU WHAT ARE MY?

We stay overnight in a hotel along Lang Co bay. From the railing of the room can enjoy the golden sand sloping smooth lying, hear the whispering waves. I leaned against it, in the moonlight, his eyes looked hazy distance, hair blowing gently in the night wind. I - in front of me, beautiful as a female saint who always confident that I- talent led her to suddenly find themselves as stupid, not knowing what to do, would not dare to do. I hugged me, kissed lightly fragrant silky long hair.

- I think what so pensive?

- The stars so beautiful, he eh!

- But it will disappear tomorrow.

I became man, lightly stroking my hair up:

- No. We did not go anywhere. They are still there, it is only natural that he did not see us alone.

I laugh, my sister is like, always romantic and dreamy. I hold you in my heart, my lips lightly on the forehead, above the eyes and gradually find your lips. First kiss of two who love nhau.Ngot lim. I suddenly shudder:

- Stop! Honey!

I pretended not to hear me. First time anybody's. But I believe they will not be able to get my words. Heart revved up, hand me a rough time to my zipper. Kids area from mine, watery eyes.

- Stop! Honey!

Touched the pride of man, I sulked:

- Why? She told me the love that?

- Since his brother's shop only.

She hugged sobbing face. Cries of children like me reverie. What am I doing this? I have no right to force you. I have to keep me, for my future husband. I smiled painfully. Kids slight chin, I wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks.

- I'm sorry! I understand!

I woke up after a deep sleep to light and strange serenity. I sat there beside me-eyes lovingly. My heart is submerged in an indescribable happiness.

- Why do not you call him up?

- I want to look him sleep.

I kissed her cool hands, smiling.

- Long before he activated a deep sleep so much. It feels peaceful. What time is it?

When that question has slipped from his mouth, I knew I was wrong. It's like pulling us back to reality.

- We have also 1 hour longer. I still gentle but choked voice.

- If you want, you will be mine not only 1 hour which is 1 thousand 1 thousand even one life.

She shook her head smiling.

- What is it with me enough!

Face back looks calm and cool everyday. I do not care much for her face because I know your heart. Your voice steady but firm:

- Tomorrow, I will get decided transferred.

- I know. I also try to give yourself the most composed expression. Because ultimately all these things we have known for a very long time.

- Tomorrow. I will accept his marriage proposal.

- I know. This time I lie

- Tomorrow, you and I will never meet again.

Her face looked like something that busy choking in my throat. How could you say goodbye so easily? I love that I can break up easily so? Why do your words so coldly? I'm busy choking, I felt like I just kicked, kicked me a plan before you arrange.

- Ok!

I jumped up. She looked after me. Oh god as my eyes ay- price can read what the black eyes and her deep hun smoking. It, at warm loving but at still very cold stars. I have to stay away from her eyes. His eyes just a minute to be able to illuminate my soul, to clear my heart waves. I'm mad at you, you as just one of the many red balls loved me, how dare you say goodbye to me so cold. I blame you why I turned into a goal in the plan is arranged around. But I know, I have to run because I love those eyes. Just a minute, I will hold you back. But no, I can not do that. I have no right to deprive me a lifetime of happiness.

I do not know if I was in the restroom for how long, how many shells were flush water to the face to knock feelings of my heart, to be able to bring reason back control dominate.

7 hours 5 minutes, I rushed out of the room turn. The chair was empty. I smirked "only ok"

All just as you say. No texting, no phone, not once met. I returned with my life was like 2 years ago when I had never appeared in my life. I went to breakfast with his wife, these guys have coffee with you neighbors. Lunch with my colleagues in the company of beautiful young, way back drinking with several partners. It should address the needs me to invite some beautiful pink ball go out. I always end the day at 10pm and is usually in a state no longer know anything. I'm very busy, very happy, I have never left alone at all. You are what I have to remember that! What the street lacks consistency!

Then me sick. Stomach hemorrhage. Also understandable. I do not want to sleep. Did not I wait for you anywhere, just that I want her to all of her visitors to be polite. But then, I'm exhausted. By day 4, I almost lost consciousness all day. You came.

- How was I supposed to get sick like this?

- Who is not sick at times!

- Why he went drinking too much.

- You are what have I any right to prohibit.

She smiled, put soft hands gently against my cheek. I shuddered.

- I do not like any more children, you must take care of yourself know that!

- Do not bother me to worry, I live very well, this disease is how much more or cares pink ball.

- Skin! You have to get well to still go to work and live with the people he loves.

Well, so are you. Better flush em jealous, sulky something maybe I also support instant. But why do so? Why not grab me? Why you always push me away from you.

-.... So far they have to go. He had to hear well again soon!

My anger rises.

- I stood there, I mean something that has jurisdiction of my life, huh? You are what times before and left me and went away without a word? I was like, what they like to come and go without a bit AWOL. She is what I want to with it to not then stay away, huh? You are what always won noble part of his holiness that? You are what turned me into a fool in a planned and they've arranged that, huh?

I turned people wake up, sweat ran down bathing.

On the table, a fast yellow lip, petals swaying slightly as smiling greet me.

1 week after I leave the hospital. Life returns to its normal seem an unusual way. A week in hospital made me realize many things. I will feel empty. How many passengers to visit but I do not see warm, how much profit sharing inquire but I still find something lacking. Maybe it's a bit honest. I know colleagues, partners and all the other beautiful pink ball, they come to me for anything probably. Money, fame, status ... My life is still submerged in the fun, but behind all that stuff, every night I see empty hearts can imagine.

Where are you? Why not give me the opportunity to meet you once.

I went to pick them up for me now that I am more interesting are the soft drink drunk. Between X crowded school playground with more than thousand students. I think that modern children, looming in ao dai is hurried on the field. I run my name among a crowded. But do not keep up, she was gone. The next day, I came very early, I wanted to meet you. Not to do? Just want to see you alone. Other shadow reappears. I just keep waiting and then commanded the chase scared rushed to disappear in line with him. Rained. I screamed my name in the rain. But I still disappear. I cry. Crying over the busy choking inside. Tears mingled with rain water.

- She just call me names it?

Familiar silhouette appeared in front of me, but her face is not. Do I face plump and have a deep black eyes other hun smoking.

- You just call her name Asia?

I nodded. She gripped my hands, voice communications because emotion.

- Thanks you! Thank uncle arrived.

She took me along a small trail between luxuriant bush daisies. She stopped in front of a tomb. I numbly seeing pictures on the stele. Weary limbs. My mouth was dry. Chest as if a heavy rock on top of that I could not breathe. I knelt down beside the grave falling em but still not believe what I saw.

- She's been waiting here pay close this year already.

- A year?

- Skin! right! I was very eager to move this letter to pay. If not just one more week it will be burned under her sister's cell voluntarily.

Hands trembling, I was open in every crease, those familiar words appear.

He loved!

So finally he had to. I was not mistaken. You know I really love you. So you won. I won some beautiful pink ball to win a certain position in my heart.

He do not be surprised and do not grieve. People all have a destiny. Born child's parents and the Creator has given me a wonderful fate. Because the Creator has given you met him, loved him with all her heart and soul. He really loved you because heaven sent to me a great lover like me. But his love was a crime. You are guilty with his wife, with his children and especially for my parents, who also have loved you with all my heart. Because the crime was that they were retribution. She's a virus carrying the incurable disease. I fought with it grab every hour, every minute to be with him. But finally. He saw that, I still thua.Hihi

But like this enough for me already, I want nothing more.

Goodbye! The only man in my heart and forever.

From heaven above, I pray you always happy and peaceful.

Tears I fathered my letter line by line. Tim cramps, cause I can not breathe. I embrace the grave as little girl hug people I ever loved and hated each.

- I'm sorry! Sorry to you!

She came up to me, put his hand gently on my shoulder.

- Notes do that. She does not want the attention like that. She smiled happily leaving the melodious notes of the White House all day she sang.

- She went when?

- Following 11 months of 23 days.

- But messages and birthday cake was mailed to me.

- Backward. That move will of her grandchildren.

- Also branch flowers?

- Notes will not believe it but it's her dream, her grandchildren were there. She told me to bring a medium to fast 207 Hospital room.

- Not! I believe! How I can not believe in my love, okay.

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- Dad! Dad is doing? My son asked bewildered.

- Dad was planting an olive tree lip. Later it will shade large parents and other grave human daughters.

- She is, huh dad?

I looked at the picture boy pointing, smiling nod.

- But what is her father?

An autumn wind gently wafted like who's clawed hand grab my hair.

I smile

- Uh! What are my children?