The third pitiful guys

I first met, city greeted by the long rains. The second sense disambiguation as old rain, want to end that does not know how to end. I sit in the café late at night, counting the car running for with nostalgia. In the meantime I just left sitting next to the desk. He gentle smile blooming dry, proceed to the next: "don't be melancholy girl again, you keep forever so why Hanoi tạnh rain". A voice and not on Saigon. That is familiar to each other, we were talking to each other three-story rubble not beginning not the end.

I love to see the shape he ridiculous ignoring standing outside the gate every time out, love the way you sing asking what to eat, study. There was angry at him, I escaped the discrimination analysis. He's going in the night time, go all over the city, even for ridding the torrential rain just to please me don't be angry. At every emotional thinking, as scorching husk sharp fire infuse evenly. The dates together through quieter as ru ...

Intervals of 2 months, you son of a Saigon times. The farewell night, standing below the surface, into the bridge-based River roll, I hug him nũng nịu: "never out of Hanoi again", he said, he will surely find you.

Then I jokingly again "brought sunshine Saigon out?". Free reply: "Just bring nostalgia". Each time that I cried, because happiness.

Who love without the desire of happiness. Who meet, said nabagesera sentences that don't want to immediately into the wife's husband. Like many other girls, I thought I was chosen to be the most important man in my life. Would doubt, love as a game full of nuances and fluctuation. To look back to when it was too late.

Once, I see the image is downloaded in your computer. The picture you dang arms hugging a woman in the same little girls bloom radiant smile. A cake with the words "happy birthday darling daughter of parents". Has anyone seen that don't know is a family?

The way you look nervous as I understand. Free have reassure me by the sorry, that I was going to say to you all, the divorce she wanted him to come with me, but because she's too good for you. You say you love me is real. And then he yelled at me not to respect your personal privacy, loss of suicide my self esteem again.

I cried and screamed in pain and body bags. Just think of the other woman in his life, whether she knows about this. He has cut deeply into my heart deep holes of memory, suffering, and even paying. I, myself is again destructive guys go home happy.

I said: "you have to understand, both you and she are both women, are equally painful".

I have decided to leave the life, will never find me again. But today received the results from the doctor, they happy I was pregnant -child of him.

I bite her lips to turn blood to keep crying. People didn't bother anything, must himself tormented themselves like that. I had him hurt, hurt households part pain? Only I hurt my own pain only.

But what about kids, I know what to do, what to look for you where, between vast Saigon?=