I met the boy. He put in a section from the restaurant to the bedroom hallway, I every day from there through a few times, but does not seem to have seen him before, I think he is not new.
I always feel that he was when I would rush to go through there, and ran cheeks flushed, panting, high spirits eyes on me with a smile, but my mind was just experienced in the memorable adventure.
I stayed at the restaurant or the bedroom,cheap UGG boots, especially when that always want to be sure. I really turn back several times, every time he got in, I really want to know how he came back quickly. Later I found that this seems to rise out of him, never did it.
even if he is the first person I saw every day waiting on guard at the portrait he - to tell the truth - too wears on. I am familiar with his footsteps, the sound is very thorough, and when he walked through the portrait when I went to; I usually stay in a place not far from the portrait.
he walks like a gust of wind, line of sight are like the wind, who can roll into. I see him looking like that, I wanted to laugh, to smile with him amazed to meet him,UGG boots cheap, like bees, the flowers will open the same.
thought to carry the paintings he had seen the place more easily, then only to the middle of the corridor Nuele Nue, inclined toward the window facing the courtyard. Sun line every day to a certain point of time, there is ray of light can be irradiated to a portrait of the iceberg, so do not point the fire is also very warm. I like this arrangement.
cold weather, after one day he opened the curtains came up greatly, said: Like falling cloud.
out the snow, and is, the once blooming tulips and cosmos in the garden had only showing minor ups and downs, become dark emerald green of the river, carrying a thin layer of snow slowly forward flow.
He seemed very happy, I do not how much. The sun does not come out, I just feel cold. Just when I thought he came to touch the portrait.
I am a little surprised. He first recognized the same as a few points with your fingertips, the action gradually link up. I'm afraid he will run into my eyes, but he is only a little distance across the brush in the past, made my eyelashes itch. I suddenly felt that perhaps he, like I like him as like me.
local surface snow began to stiff, not re angry all the time, I put in the window of a narcissus. So even if I draw the curtains, he will not have too lonely. Junior's mind is not good guess, Providence should move when the time hi worry.
to this season, people tend to become sentimental, weather driven expression, expression driven mood. Whenever I see dark green leaves on the windowsill, I knew almost see him, I hope that when he saw the daffodils like to see me.
cold weather, flowers grow very slowly. Candle next to me,UGG boots, like daffodils blooming in the general enthusiasm. He sat on the floor, legs Tanzhao like the book moved from the basement, body bent forward, put into the shadow of the heavy sheet, occasionally muttering a few words, like saying to me.
I want to say for the snow and the north corridor, or at least come by to the side of the wall, maybe I can sleep fell upon his shoulders. But he stubbornly wants to face me, and me, if not see his head around the glow it will be something missing.
winter is too long, and a lot of my time. That is not clear a long time or feel, in short, will not go on like this boy grow up, has been repeated in that side of him could not be any one of a small small fragments. I like his face, like this never have to worry about changes in the state, but still think the way he grew up, after five years, ten years later, president of little or shorter hair, eye color, like the beginning of summer thick leaves that up, then the expression,Discount UGG boots, as I watched him look at me.
but that is impossible, just as winter is never the past, growth has continued to grow daffodils in the morning back to square that. He seriously than I spend time, but that's impossible.
I have all the possible ideas, houses, gardens, rivers, mountains, only to find the appropriate point in the mosaic between the yellow, I can not wait until it flowers. His world has been successful.
I died ten years ago on Sept. 10. -Fin-... ... Why am I so dull ghost story TT
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