See the big rain again, think of the rain, and the small street

At least once in a lifetime, forget yourself for someone,

Do not seek the result, do not seek the colleague, do not want to have, not even ask you to love me,

Only in my most beautiful years, meet you.

Thanks to the time, you and I meet beautiful.

--To my dearest most beautiful Fang Fang

This morning gave a call to my dear, chatted late last night, almost 11 o'clock, you also haven't got up. If I am in your side now how good, will give you a delicious breakfast, sent to the bedside, with the mouth slowly blowing cold fed to you, if you are too hot, too far, stretched neck come tired, then I put food in the mouth a mouthful to you. I still remember that night, our sweet embrace of the streets, hug you in the arms, and then you gently feed me rock sugar Sydney, which is the sweetest, most refreshing, most of the delicious soul, it tumbling your faint saliva and lip fragrance, more importantly it has the taste of love ...

Then I squatted down to wash clothes, although there is a washing machine, hand wash or very comfortable, after all, clothes are not many, and are white, afraid of being dyed. In the morning to get up is Yin Yin cool, last night although accompany Fangfang to two points, but eight point of time or awake, I know that time you still asleep, really good ran into your room, into the warm quilt and you hug together ...

Outside the window began the prelude of light Rain, a little with thunder, a few minutes after the heavy rain, it became the balcony after the eaves dripping sound. Is the most beautiful is not this rainy day, but you take my hand, we walked through the street, and we hold together to avoid the eaves of rain, it is a tea shop, beside there are advertising stickers, we just stood on the other side, slightly feel the rain floating over the head ...

I hold you, put your head in my chest, feel your shortness of breath and the cold rain and love feeling. This is May 8, 2014, the little birthday cake from that night is not a few days apart, 421, I remember.

That morning, I also as usual, accompany you to eat breakfast, send you home, to the downstairs streets, I greedy to ask you for a hug tongue kiss. Just like that, we hug kisses, you say many people, afraid others see embarrassed, I put your head on my right shoulder, this is a beautiful long hair beautiful figure, hands free in your charming little waist.

Then, you took my hand and said that I should go up later today. Although the street is not long, but its happiness length has been far enough to satisfy me. Look at your hand to pull my big hand, feel your white soft hands warm temperature, I also hug your waist to me on the body squeeze, no distractions, good comfortable, this is the most beautiful time ...

See the big rain again, think of the rain, and the small street