Thursday, April 7, 2011

Love is like the other bus

 Sometimes love is like waiting for buses, buses do not want you to stay after another frequently , and really want to sit , but only can not wait , like a willful hoax.

wait until late when the bus finally , like a wildly gang make the trip with an appointment to twenty-three have wiped away a touch of wistful heart , always worried about missed Does that bike is the best . only to the intersection of the two vehicles out of the window to see into the car from the scene , it suddenly, or remorse , but after all, not in it. no way to assert the truth .

; complicated bus routes cross , freely choose. some speed and convenient , but why are very few trips to rely on luck and perseverance might wait before ; some tortuous circuitous route , arrived the day long indefinite period ; have Always been non-stop stations ; some but why wait , stop sign and the driver is not right, people can not always be on the car ; some ease and comfort, to stop the bus , but the king can not open your heart want to go.

Thus, it was forced to squeeze onto the car door opening and closing of cracks in the panic fear to the whole journey ; was wrong at the stop sign , the car had hurried off ; was Change of mind , but in constant transformation between the lost ; someone missed the destination , but all the way to appreciate the beauty of an accident ; was unable to bear the torment of waiting , had modified the direction of choice most people take the safety of bus trips and more .

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