Hi love, how are you?
What's with the old heart I never see you? How are you doing with a heart that is still in its struggle for the sake of reaching his blessing? How are you doing with a loyal and honesty?
Love ..., I wish I could reveal all the words and think to myself that I have this ..., then a thousand sheets of paper would not be enough for me poured. Lots of love, many who wanted me directly at hadapmu said later. If you know, I'm bland without fillers love and you care to me, if only you know what I feel for you ....
Love is not called selfishness taste, not a megucap "how?" But "I understand ..." instead of "where are you?" But "I'm here ...." not" I want you to like this .... "but" I love you with what it is you ... "
I am lonely without you here, hampanya my heart because I know the real you not being at my side, often you break me ...., but I'm not a quitter ... I survived, because there is honesty ... to love you .... the wound was sick of love, but more sick again if I'm lying to myself this. Maybe I could use my white lie, but as long as I can still keep the goodness in jujurku, really ... for He is Oft Respect, I'll walk in here without any force from anyone, and that ututh is the only conscience and a pure heart.When the wound - the wound has dried up, Along the way I was thirsty to miss you, even during the wound was still damp and dark still ache in the pit of my heart. Love, I wanted to be with you, keep your hearts, to accompany you when anxious and depressed melandamu, ahh ... love so deeply will you know my affection. So that all wounds and was disappointed it will not be able to change it, even if ever you asked for me to do it.
Sorry love, forgive me, because I was too honest with my feelings. And all, all .... still remain intact in place. Mixed flavors, there is sorrow, there is disappointment, but there is also a sense of trust in a million accounts, there is a speck cahya between dark horizon.
When smua slammed because nothing - nothing, then I'll try to learn this sadness, pain, and I consider this as a gift "of" Him.
This suffering is a gift and a separate honor for me on it and under his power. Life will never know the meaning of brave if he just flat felt the journey of his life. Hearts will never understand the pain, if he was always happy, Glory to the Lord of Hosts The set of all of this perfect life.
And love ...., you made me learn a lot in me when I terhujam pain persisting in the cliffs of sharp rocks. You make me be the one "large" in the sense kesyukuranku on Him. Thank you love, you're making me a soul who patiently for all the anticipation and understanding. Any piece that hope is still hope. Where it can also be grown from the disappointment, the sense of injury. So let it grow to maturity in mature understanding.
Maybe I'll stand on rangakain straw that is always there in front of me when I walk, and no other is a sense of patience when I have to clean it, no other than a sense of sincerity when I feel tired to tidy it up so that he could not hurt me. But when the scar is there, no other efforts for survival and also a sense for me to treat it. And no other with a sense of sincere I did it.
So it is with your love ..., if any should be no tears, then let it be a friend of woe for love ... if there is pain whack, then let it become my loyal friend in the stand above all honesty to you ....
Really I am grateful, because I know you love, even if I never completely own you, even if you got abolished completely for me ... Do not ask about the grief that you ever knew love, do not ask about my pain, if you even feel it ... I was human, imperfect, and sometimes wrong ... but think my love has overcome my pain, taste asihku beat my ego ... and my dear ...., have been able to treat the wound - the wound.
Love, when can I touch you? Where can I find the warmth of your fingers rubbing all peluhku? Or vice versa I who wiped sweat on your face ... And I'll gently caress your shoulders when you're shaky on the road perjuanganmu with me, you know how much he care for me to you ...
Love, in his sujudku on Leave my prayer and I said ..... hopefully you're always in his custody when penjagaanku not until you hopefully you've always loved and cherished him when love and my love could not go beyond where you are today. I begged Him in His Love for always there for you, when I could no longer love
My tegarkan, all fragility, did I Indahkan all the sadness ... Your happiness is my prayer and harapku .... senyumu, become a dream - dreams in which I can feel it sincerely only untuku ...
Hopefully it is always good there, although the road is not perfect ....
said my last, I hope it clearly legible in the eyes and your heart ...
I understand ...., I'm here, and I love any of you with all kurangmu ...
and let ........., biarlakanlah tulusku ... who loves you ....
I hope you hear me, O love ....,
What's with the old heart I never see you? How are you doing with a heart that is still in its struggle for the sake of reaching his blessing? How are you doing with a loyal and honesty?
Love ..., I wish I could reveal all the words and think to myself that I have this ..., then a thousand sheets of paper would not be enough for me poured. Lots of love, many who wanted me directly at hadapmu said later. If you know, I'm bland without fillers love and you care to me, if only you know what I feel for you ....
Love is not called selfishness taste, not a megucap "how?" But "I understand ..." instead of "where are you?" But "I'm here ...." not" I want you to like this .... "but" I love you with what it is you ... "
I am lonely without you here, hampanya my heart because I know the real you not being at my side, often you break me ...., but I'm not a quitter ... I survived, because there is honesty ... to love you .... the wound was sick of love, but more sick again if I'm lying to myself this. Maybe I could use my white lie, but as long as I can still keep the goodness in jujurku, really ... for He is Oft Respect, I'll walk in here without any force from anyone, and that ututh is the only conscience and a pure heart.When the wound - the wound has dried up, Along the way I was thirsty to miss you, even during the wound was still damp and dark still ache in the pit of my heart. Love, I wanted to be with you, keep your hearts, to accompany you when anxious and depressed melandamu, ahh ... love so deeply will you know my affection. So that all wounds and was disappointed it will not be able to change it, even if ever you asked for me to do it.
Sorry love, forgive me, because I was too honest with my feelings. And all, all .... still remain intact in place. Mixed flavors, there is sorrow, there is disappointment, but there is also a sense of trust in a million accounts, there is a speck cahya between dark horizon.
When smua slammed because nothing - nothing, then I'll try to learn this sadness, pain, and I consider this as a gift "of" Him.
This suffering is a gift and a separate honor for me on it and under his power. Life will never know the meaning of brave if he just flat felt the journey of his life. Hearts will never understand the pain, if he was always happy, Glory to the Lord of Hosts The set of all of this perfect life.
And love ...., you made me learn a lot in me when I terhujam pain persisting in the cliffs of sharp rocks. You make me be the one "large" in the sense kesyukuranku on Him. Thank you love, you're making me a soul who patiently for all the anticipation and understanding. Any piece that hope is still hope. Where it can also be grown from the disappointment, the sense of injury. So let it grow to maturity in mature understanding.
Maybe I'll stand on rangakain straw that is always there in front of me when I walk, and no other is a sense of patience when I have to clean it, no other than a sense of sincerity when I feel tired to tidy it up so that he could not hurt me. But when the scar is there, no other efforts for survival and also a sense for me to treat it. And no other with a sense of sincere I did it.
So it is with your love ..., if any should be no tears, then let it be a friend of woe for love ... if there is pain whack, then let it become my loyal friend in the stand above all honesty to you ....
Really I am grateful, because I know you love, even if I never completely own you, even if you got abolished completely for me ... Do not ask about the grief that you ever knew love, do not ask about my pain, if you even feel it ... I was human, imperfect, and sometimes wrong ... but think my love has overcome my pain, taste asihku beat my ego ... and my dear ...., have been able to treat the wound - the wound.
Love, when can I touch you? Where can I find the warmth of your fingers rubbing all peluhku? Or vice versa I who wiped sweat on your face ... And I'll gently caress your shoulders when you're shaky on the road perjuanganmu with me, you know how much he care for me to you ...
Love, in his sujudku on Leave my prayer and I said ..... hopefully you're always in his custody when penjagaanku not until you hopefully you've always loved and cherished him when love and my love could not go beyond where you are today. I begged Him in His Love for always there for you, when I could no longer love
My tegarkan, all fragility, did I Indahkan all the sadness ... Your happiness is my prayer and harapku .... senyumu, become a dream - dreams in which I can feel it sincerely only untuku ...
Hopefully it is always good there, although the road is not perfect ....
said my last, I hope it clearly legible in the eyes and your heart ...
I understand ...., I'm here, and I love any of you with all kurangmu ...
and let ........., biarlakanlah tulusku ... who loves you ....
I hope you hear me, O love ....,
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