Fear it doesn't exist...

My Waussie,

It is the fear of love, which is as free as a bird and could fly through his hands. Afraid that everything he believes, is in vain. But not afraid to tell that he loves her. However get no response returned from love, not that he does not know. Even afraid of life, but also fear death, just like others. Afraid that he is too late to regret, that it has left him. Fears the game, that love playing with him, which he probably regretted, will lose at the end.

The fear that he will find himself one day and know that she's gone, and he is afraid, knowing that eternity does not exist. Not afraid of to tell people that he loves her. yeah his adolescent love. Just, perhaps distressed fear that the flower yesterday, its fragrance will lose today. He worried that one day he forgets his youthful passion. He was afraid cause the cries of her past yesterday, it was probably a way to talk. But she is not afraid to say, shut up loving fool, now shut up is my way to shout.

He is not no love, but heartfelt in her that she should know. His heart is her warmth never forget. It will continue yeah. She will also know that he, her never, no never, was forgotten. An silly phase and does not dare call her, to tell her what she means to him. What he missed her, and went through. But fears of love does not exist. He has her picture still back on the wall, which once was in his helmet pendent in a barn. Do not ask him to do it away or return, Oh my god where is remained our time. Of yours

My Waussie..., And mine...