Love season

We meet in the middle quiet campus, she and some plain simple and honest; her bright and lively. She called the moon, how pure the name; she called Juan, a very elegant name, but with her not quite match the character of a large blanket.
We have a similar dream, the moon quipped later by I'll be your agent! So I desperately Juan singing, writing desperately, desperately chase our dreams, the three seem one, inseparable season ... ... and innocent!
I was puppy love. Moon said that from now on we have a cut off of two. Picked up the scissors, cut a seriousness, pulling hair. Since then, really no longer travel. Finally, they will still compromise to me. Did not understand to "love" and now does not seem worth the effort I have devoted people, I hurt them. Finally, he said, break up! Strong as I was finally calm crying out - leaning on their shoulders ... ... What a warm season!
Graduated that year, the moon to find a summer job, the thought will not be linked, but in the end, she calls all the talk about there, as solemnly as the rich man said, please come back ... ... the dinner in honor of our season really happy!
Once again see the moon straight hair has been hot, very supple; hair spray over the face and more pale and moist - the junior high school the green and disappeared. Luckily, I was assigned to the moon and a class. Science, but also because the nature of classes, subjects quickly dragged the progress, I feel more and more difficult, but to the moon, I insisted. The three of us still live heartless as usual the day: shopping, scouring shops, crowded little beds ... well ... the same warm season!
We fled to the school in a week that a large paulownia tree waiting for each other. Quiet purple flowers purple quiet over as if that piece will also be infected with the harmony of color clouds, so beautiful! Unfortunately, the tree has only one person, the other two have already left or delay appeared. The moon smiled, as if nothing happened, clear sky ... ... the season, really impressed!
I said, the moon I have a stomach ache. She said that my business! She has changed ... ... the season, a good bitter
The moon, I want to turn the text of the. Moon said, do not tell me about that! I cry, some moved, some aggrieved. Christmas, the moon who sent us a card, only she would think of them cautious. Word on the card, such as flame-like thing that catches my eye: If you do not go, I will not go to Tibet, we must work together ... ah ... I remember, must be happier than me! I do not go, she would not go; I left, she would leave to go to a place so far. We work together ah! Together! That season, good sincere! I turn the text, and for myself. The day away, the moon has not looked up at me, and I did not say a word, she ignored me, her angry. Fortunately, the moon stayed, I see the moon again, to never forget the kind of school excitement. She chose to forgive, that you have to refuel, to more than try to adapt to the new people, try to put pressure on all sides! Kept nodding, stop crying ... ... that season, tears can be so much ah!