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May 6th, 2009 | dsfhhsdfh

This is my first love, with a 20-year-old boys.

At that time, I often go to his appointments, the total spend like an hour, a dark wash their hair. I can not afford to buy expensive cosmetics, also used the shampoo can not afford brand-name, but I treasure the friends sent a bottle of toilet water. In fact, only 5 yuan of money, but when taking a bath shampoo, a few drops, musk smell, that willand skin, the light on for a long timelightly. I am happy, because of the cheap fragrance, like that of a small summer wind, gently blowing in, a heart, in which infinitely beautiful and quiet.

There is a taste of love

I never told him why his own body, there is always a hint of floral. This is my only love can give the taste, then gently aromatic, let me have the courage, the simple dress in a time oflove watching him. He is my love, though born in good families, from a young age is being spoiled child, I do not know how to express their love, but he willtime I will bury my face soft hair, the effort to sniff a sniff, and then said Shannon have spent more than any it! Can you tell me, what with the brand of shampoo, next time I buy for you. Iin this sentence, that this is the flavor of love, as long as we love, it will never floatOh my.

Since top gucci wallets then, top monogram mini lin he really believed. At that time, he is still like a child grow up, although bigger than I am a one-year-old, but everything I need to take care of. His clothes are washed away I am, send back the time, there must be familiar with the kind of flowers in the collar cuff, the floating light. His car to go home, I always helped him a good account for the sun will not be baked into the seat. He tired to play, I would squat body to massage his ankle. Even two people to eat together, are thin, I squeezed in the crowd to buy his favorite ribs. I like what he does? I have said is not clear, perhaps in every time he leaned over to sniff my, I was touched by it the most. I grew up from childhood in the humble, from the absence of a boy, like him, attached to my taste, and sincerely praise What are the flowers no longer be able to exceed your fragrance.

I do not have the courage to face his

Our love, come to the seventh year when his parents finally come to stop. He tried to resist, but the end result of a powerful force in the family, unable to continue to support. At that time I, in the work of a small company, salary is a thousand dollars, however, except for two younger siblings to school, almost no spare. I still like the university as frugal clothing. But even so, that to maintain his habit, but has not been omitted. I am slowly in the sun to dry hair, the bowsmell the scent, they will smile, think, love is a good thing ah!

At that time, his father39s work in a branch, the father interested in cultivation, together with his capable, he quickly from a simple worry-free youth, able to grow into a mature man. Him to a long time concerned about the children39s personal situation, nor will it in the time with my concern for the taste of me. Even one occasion, he gently said to me to blame, why did you not like me from the company of those young girls, dressed dressed, and then aromatic rich? Is able to make money, do not give a home to the heart, which you learn to dress, or else, where my parents, how can having a clearance?

He did not know, this is the case, how my heart hurt. I finally realized that I was the least important of his origin, has become our love, the greatest obstacle. Even if I use the most expensive perfume, still unable to cover their share of birth and humble bleak. I love the smell of a sensitive boy, has been indifferent swap to pay me for the love of the scent, he began to forget the taste of love.

He finally failed to persuade their parents to live, accept the love of wealth status. He struggled in pain for quite some time later, I finally decided to say goodbye. He does not have the courage to face me, just issued a short message, that we not stop it. I had a week after the return, he said, then come to me, eating the last meal, so what?

Attached to the taste of the 7 years

University we often go to a small shop, eat in Yunnan Rice Vermicelli bridge. This meter, because of their origin, also known as love food. I always insist on a large casserole, two people sitting on the table next to shabby, head first arrived, it is earned and after eating each other to face each othersweat. Such a happy, after graduation, I still from time to time to let him study. I gave him money to buy expensive gifts, but I have a pair of hands, to the hands of the meter, make a bowl of authentic love food.

It was a summer evening, he was sitting, I rented a small house, and slowly eat the meter, I do a good job. Two people are still arriving head first, but we all know, the kind of past warmth and attachment, is this little stop with the meter, being released into the atmosphere light. Summer is late, but the heat still has not disappeared, and the mosquitoes in the fade, the beginning of rampant also. Eat half of the time, he has frequently scratching hand. I saw, they got up and took a vial not a label, he leaned over to smear red and swollen skin. A major contributing factor to his hands, he was suddenly hit by a familiar smell. Recalled his efforts, and finally remembered that this is what I have told him, and he himself is also attached to the 7-year taste of love.

He was very difficult to say that, 7 years, you have been this cheap in the toilet water, for our taste you love to add? I did not rise, it is choked voice he did not completely forget you, we love the aroma.

miu miu bags He finally realized that it was his own, in the replica ysl handbags light of flavor, the lack of such a heart out of my brew, and the unique flavor of love.