Life is too short sometimes.... I knew it and I had tired my best to love you, cherish you...yet missing you is too painful..... 5 years to forget my old love.....5 years again to forget you..... When I leave San Francisco, I will hide to somewhere when you can't find me.
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
A trip to Portland( wonderful last memory)
because I love him...
I don't know if I can ever love another man...... sigh........ but I know how I am when I love a man...
I have tried all my best to love a man. It was a wonderful journey......
Somehow I thought I know him well, but actually he never showed me who he is, he only shows himself to his real friends, I could tell from the way he looks at them. And that is exactly what I can't give to him. He never looks at me like a sunny day.... I guess because the sun can never goes with the rain......
I am the rain, I will grow up..... fade into a rainbow:)
Janey....
You will be loved:) by the one who truly love you!!! Let's wait:)
Monday, March 26, 2012
All days are nights
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
Monday, March 5, 2012
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