Ting. Ting. Ting.
Rotate the spoon clockwise around the cup diameter, occasionally collide. Reminds me of something that is now late. All these feelings, dear, miss, angry, hate, all stirred after you leave.
As dusk approaches, I often walk, through the streets we used to pass. Sometimes I am restrained, stalled, so incontrovertible memories, about you no longer.
My head often bowed to observe. This eye is so curious as to where this foot will go. The first intersection was over. That's where we first introduce ourselves. Already, I can kubahas later.
The second intersection is missed. There we used to whisper quietly. Watch everyone on the side of the road. Laughter burst unbearably.
I can not bear to miss the third junction. Place it often we make knitting. That he said, life is always together. Yes, almost forever.
Step foot finally stopped in front of a coffee shop. I'm in the perfume. "Here," muttered the heart.
I decided to wait here for you to have coffee, a piece of paper and a pen, and write down an almost perfect storyline. About Us.
http://elpharaoh.blogspot.co.id/2014/01/kopi-ini-berisi-rindu-yang-masih-hangat.html?m=1
Without you ordering it, I faithfully present a deserted cups cup of warm longs.
Thanks for sharing
Your welcome sweetty