Life seems very ease for me in these day.I don't have too much work to do everyday.So i have to face the computer the whole day and sometimes i am just stare at one point for a long time. I know i need to have the patience since this is my work and my heart was full with the thinking,happiness and all the memory. Lee and me have known each other one year and i opened some daily i wrote last year during the hot love time.I found i indeed recorded every detail that we experienced at that time,even a lunch we had together.These memories just like showing the film in my heart ,one by one. I still can feel the sweet when the film in my heart goes back to that day.I can not remember what caused the gap between us.But i need to confess that the life is so quiet is the key point since he is not a quiet person.He is very popular among his friend,no matter the common friends or G friends.He is the center point everytime when we have a dinner or party with others.But as for me,sometimes i just sitting there and kept silent,keep watching him and enjoy his handsome face.Although i can not fit very well in that atmosphere ,but i know i am happy because he is here,in front of me.But one day,when he said this is not what he expected,i suddenly realized the relationship between us so weak that we can not touch other's heart in such a short time.So ,i know how to give our love a space and let it be. I just feel regretable that i didn't realize this once i choose to love him and rely on him.So i always told myself i learnt a lot all the love way.No matter happy or sad,my heart got the footprint in the process.So i refreshed myself in a sunshine day and found the true meaning for our love. Love or to be loved is not a easy thing for us.So we can not start one part of love in a short time and also we can not cut the film down in half way.Since all of us know one point that is cherish the existing love between you and your lover is the true happiness in your life. I just pray for all the love will be forever ,especially for Gay's love.
