Love is a little bit vice, it wants you selling yourself but with happiness. It's the libra between ethic and evil, with virtue and fault. When you fall in love just like sitting on the seesaw. Like is similar sands. It's like the dense feeling that you hold in hands but lost it gradually; it always lacks of barycenter in the reality, such as you are fascinated something.
I love walking. I like riding. I love the paper smelling. I like the ground. I love books and magazines. I like writing. I love gobbling up. I like touching the surface of basketball. I love Pantone formula guide. I like my mobilephone revealing the message. I love suede. I like colour pencils and the stamp of ink. I love music. I like stationery. I love the sun blinking his eyes to me through the curtains in Sunday morning after I played outside whole night. I like oversleeping. I love drinking pulp juice. I like cutting my nails. I love to travel without planning. I like lights. I love the classics which I believe. I like maps. I love YES. I like Bauhaus. I love shaving. I like sunglasses. I love unwittingly. I like reading the book while I go to the poo before shower. I love obsreving. I like surking. I love picking the flyers. I like blankets. I love doting my love. I like reading erotic novels. I love french kiss. I like sitting on the first line of double seat beside the wall on th bus. I love my family squabbling joyfully. I like stepping on the stairs. I love watching NBA. I like getting on the net. I love listening music with big earphone. I like the notebook blank white. I love the fresh room after turning on the dryer whole day long. I like pretending seriousness. I love printing. I like watching the trailers and movie worked lists. I love the heat full of my body when i am conscious of that I am creating something amazing. I like slipping out of my works. I love MTV channel on Saturday 3 am. I like cactus. I love boiled spicy sausages and ribs. I like soft erasers. I love the sight of puppy. I like the moment of candy multing in my mouth. I love sweating and taking the rest on the ballcourt while it dry by the winds blow. I like lining down at the afternoons. I love going to the school. I like left-hander. I love I got money full of pockets but have no desire to spend it. I like post stamps. I love the sex in the morning. I like going to the supermarket, bookstore and recordstore shopping. I love the pillow, quilt and bed fluffy. I like my coffee adding sugar and no cream. I love concentrating. I like singing the songs, handing the album and listening the music at meanwhile. I love shoes. I like spying the nicknames on the MSN. I love Apple. I like making the notelet on my notebook. I love the glasses of water cup. I like aligning. I love the way my parents look I gobbling. I like the club with bar. I love lurking amorous. I like checking the dictinary. I love simply only. I like indulging.
We can own plenty of likes. Like can be adjusted but we won't be able to know its correction or not. Love is so private. Love can be merely sacrificed, and let it controls yourself physically and mentally. If love occurs to me in the last minute, I wish the like is ought to practice invisibility.
*Translative version from the used article.
