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After 2555 days MBT Fora, she and I detested. When out of the door of the neighborhood, I think, out the siege of men and women like her may now so, not even to look me in the eye.
The next day, she came back up your things. Finished up, but also in the house, suddenly found that drove fruit basket was placed the apples, then pick for the rosy, plug into the bag, this is her a few days ago to buy.
I can't help, marriage is a ridiculous sneer at the things together, in my heart, wish to each other, break up, incredibly refuses to even a few apples are not spared.
Never found out that belongs to her, but she still pictures. Suddenly, her eyes stopped in the wall, and I understand, is that 40 inches photography.
I think she will take it all away, because, at the outset I determined not spent the 1888 yuan of injustice, and she said, "all my life just this once, a miser, we out half.". So, she and I first had AA system.
I stood up, take off the frame, with a screwdriver and up-I also went out half of the money, you have to take, can only take half!
But the frame that 12 screw has corrosion MBT MOTO GTX, no matter how I tried to, can screw up. See I picked up the saw, she said simply: "could not dismantle don't down, keep it." I snorted: "just not rare? You take it."
I obstinately to fill into the frame her car, a carefree heart. However, when I suddenly saw the wall door, towards the party marked white, a kind of say a loneliness but rise up from my heart.
After that, I work hard during the day, and at night and colleagues to bars, happy and unruly. However, every home, the party marked white but always hitting my eyes, heart, empty and pain repeatedly.
Weekend, colleagues of the double into, leaving me the doormat. I returned home, open a computer, who knows MBT Nama, but her home page popup blog.
Suddenly remind of, this is her 30 years old birthday that day, I as a birthday gift for her create. A sense of traction let me point opened her blog, I see, the latest one, remain in her last day at home:
"I did he like to eat Chinese steak, bought a bottle of red wine, but when he came back, I already fell asleep at his table......" "Look at him and the frame, the full head big sweat, I think, that screws although already corrosion, but more solid, if the love can also such, should have much good......"
Have a heart of a kind of things, like ShanBengDeLie disintegrated suddenly ring. I repeatedly empty at the party, the back of the screen suddenly felt a cold. Return to absolute being, just discover oneself is already was in tears.
I on her blog: "is there a message as something that belongs to you landed in the home, you take it."
The next day, she went home, a face of doubt, ask: "is there anything else I?" I am silent, gazed at her, and she like to understand what, from the my eyes, and watched the wall that party white.
"What belongs to me?" She broke the silence. I pull her shoulders, said slowly, "and is yours, that is--I!"
She stay there, I also static stands. Very long, a clear and the tears of the glittering and translucent in the coagulation slowly the corner of her, suddenly I will her into the hand of her bosom, and also catch painful my arms, close to the chest let I can hardly breathe.
I do not know how long after, she gently pushed me out of the car, take it back to a package with the tarp things. After opening, unexpectedly is that photography MBT Nama. I hung it back to the wall, the catch her shoulders, watched.
We head tightly, our next to hand tightly arm, the incoming white headscarf, her smile is so beautiful and happy--
Suddenly want to, the marriage is like this, a shadow box could not dismantle will never could not dismantle, our love will also be like this picture photography, eyes case forever in the life most beautiful at that moment.