Yesterday, a day without eating, another all night, very tired that morning, the body's tired and weary mind. The first time I met a third party that is now in the atypical pneumonia that year, fell in love with her boyfriend of three years affair, when I desperately toward his heart when he was no longer belongs to me, and I seriously ill, at that very time I was lying in a hospital bed with my time is my best buddy and and sisters, and since then my heart to all the people off. I vowed never to love, I am a stronger woman, stronger to never talk to anyone, the pain in my heart. So I was alone battles, in the crowded, bustling streets of all my lonely figure, I am helpless.
five years ago when I was tired when I returned home exhausted, but that I met him, that I would like to rely on the people, so my heart slowly opening again, when I sat in his speeding motorcycle hugging him, I really was melted, so in those days I really happy, my love to the business and carefully. I did not expect 5 years later, I encounter this again, but this time is that I have not Sentimental little girl, I have a wife. In this great city, I can not even speak of a people do not, except him, I had nothing.
Last night I smoked the first cigarette I ever, perhaps lonely, perhaps alone, perhaps helpless, misty, I can not see myself as lost, usually the most annoying when the cigarette has become the only company of my help, then a one, alcohol, tears, smoke. all that is cruel But I still insist, I slowly recalled, live in the memory.
now I can never find him in the corner licking my wounds thin.
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