Keep his cell phone number, but has been afraid to call, I feared that this would disturb the unexpected. Knows very well that he could not send text messages to their own, but inexplicably has been looking forward to.
He did not know how many years ago, that in the summer, he's a warm greeting, smile, or a clean heroic performance, the vibration of a personal chord. However, he was so dazzling, so unattainable, so I chose to remain silent, like calm water, as silence.
He took part in your past, but the absence of your present and future, you always see in his thoughts of a corner. He's birthday you always set in the mobile phone, forget the fear of their own always fall into a sense of melancholy.
Life of many innocent people are always in the search for eternal love, has been towards distant mirage, but forget the back side of the real at a glance. Is one such person, likes to live in their own world of fiction, self-Imagination, fit of narcissism.
"You stand on the bridge to see people who look at the scenery scenic upstairs to see you bright decoration of your windows decorated with your dreams of others." Our emotions often water is such a sad merciless. This is a sad but unforgettable, with the increasingly grim streamer, only waiting for him to come to the next dilution.
And to love people and can not love people in the political arena This is the most romantic love of two. If my participation would only lead to more disputes, I would choose to leave without looking back. Although fickle, but who are involved in life again.
If one day the people in the vast expanse of the sea, you and him, into a full, even though he looked surprised: "You are here ah!" If you can not love, please answer: "Oh, we recognize it?" This Fiat is the most love revenge, had in memory, and now I have to fight back, where the seeds of his love vicious tumor.
love to the extreme, is also a kind of silent.
许多人忙碌着，茫然着，匆匆地走在茫茫的人海。他不知道在这个世界上还有人在有意无意间默默地看着他，和他的心一同跳动着。或许他卑微着，得意着，风华正茂着，然而一切无关紧要。因为时间销蚀不了记忆里地炮烙。
手机里存着他的号码，却一直不敢呼叫，害怕这会是突兀的打扰。明明知道他不可能给自己发短信，却一直莫名其妙地期待着。
他不知道几多年前，那个青涩地夏季，他的一次温馨的问候，莞尔一笑，又或者一次干净利索的英雄表演，振动了某个人的心弦。然而他是那么的耀眼，那么高不可攀，所以选择了沉默，像静水那样的沉默。
他参与了你的过去，却缺席了你的现在和未来，你总是在他看不到的角落里思念。他的生日你总是在手机里设定，害怕自己忘记了。到了那一天，总是陷入一种莫名的惆怅。
生活中许多的人总是在寻求纯真永恒的爱情，一直冲向远方的海市蜃楼，而忘记回头一瞥身边的真实。人就是这样，喜欢活在自己虚构的世界里，自我畅想，孤芳自赏。
“你站在桥上看风景 看风景的人在楼上看你 明月装饰了你的窗子 你装饰了别人的梦”。很多时候我们的情感就是这种落花有意流水无情的伤感。只是这种伤感是刻骨铭心的 ，随着流光日益凝重，只等着下一个他来稀释。
和能爱的人，相濡以沫；和不能爱的人，相忘于江湖。这是两种最为浪漫的爱情。如果我的参与，只会引来更多的纠葛，我会选择义无反顾地离去。相忘虽薄情，却又无牵连又一生。
如果有一天，在茫茫的人海里，你与他，撞了一个满怀，纵使他一脸惊喜：“你也在这里啊！”如果不能相爱，请回答：“哦，我们认识吗？”这是最为快意的爱情报复，曾经炮烙在记忆里，现在我要还击，在他那里种下恶毒的爱情肿瘤。
静水流深，爱情到了极至，也是一种无声。