The palm of love

 Always thought that the, the person's palm is hiding XuanZhiYouXuan secret, all of the feelings and loss, are all stops in the feeling, often spread out his idle palm, satisfied to see pink palm love line in the clean and clear. So I believe that, no matter how pain and waiting for after, eventually will have a most real sentiment in front waiting for and I meet.
Then it really can be met him.
A summer afternoon, I a leisurely stroll in the rain. All of a sudden I caught a glimpse of the road there is a small flower bed, some desolate, the weeds, but have a plant in the rain roses open positive amorous. A warm and lonely beauty was caught me. Well, stealing a right, then a!
Idea must be, I looked around it, sticking to the branch good-looking rose, who knows but just put out a hand holding a gold thorns. I watched the palm pimple on a grain of blood bead, heart indescribably annoyed.
"I'll teach you how to fold rose flowers!" Is become speechless, after death spread a man gentle voice. I was shocked, turn back to, but touched a pair of clear eyes, is quietly with a smile on the I. Haven't I opened my mouth, and the man has put some roses on the handle YiMeiMei there to pull down, and gently ten percent, rose came to hand. "To you!" He put the flowers to also become speechless in me, "rose to fold first break down thorns!"
I took over the branches of the pearl in the rain also rose, fine fine ground looked up to see his one eye, this is a more than 30 years old man, white T-shirt, clean the faces of ordinary, lip hanging light gentle smile, a stream of mature man on breath. My heart drifted off, suddenly remembers the first sight of the red treasure jade Pin childhood one: the sister I know! As a leading the feeling of outstanding tightly took hold of my heart.
"Rain, where are you going? I had a car to send you a ride!" I will look back and see a white car behind Lincoln car. So I am not the answer, he a pull my hand: "go, be careful someone sees will fine!" I was as obedient child was holding his hand, got on the car, I still is immersed in a familiar that some drifted off. "Where to?" He does not look at me and concentrate on his drive. I spit out a address, and then holding the roses, the in the mind LuanLuanDe. Soon to home, I XinHuangYiLuan open the door, way with will leave thanks. "Wait!" He called me back, I turned around and saw his smile and put out the light of palm: "write a your phone to me? Just write on my hand." I suddenly have a kind of want to see his palm, desire, and his palms, actually: how have a feeling on-line? Write down the telephone, in the instant a turned and walked away, my heart began to have a soft pain: his palm prints and I am clean and clear the sky. The rain had stopped, but have a piece of ShiShi cool cool things, apricot flowers, spring rain, general infiltrating my face.
I know, I know, this is my palm and my life in the waiting for the love. And his get along is light, his experience and age are doomed he had not too much passion and hot, but with he together is warm and solid, I almost wallow in such a feeling can't from pull out.
In the not too busy days he would give me a call. We drove slowly along the east lake hood, then stop in a quiet the lake, watch a sparkling waters are such as blood reflect lower to be suffused with red, until the night a bit surrounded us. At this time is flowing inside the white music, we easily chatting. I was deeply impressed by the often the atmosphere. "Ah, I always think about, if there is a house in the suburbs after small frame house that this! The roof are with transparent made of glass, there will be the sunshine in the evening, still can count the stars, romantic?" I hold gills as intoxicated shape.
I like him to hold my love sweating hand, that moment that I feel the warmth of how sweet, like yourself are to yourself. He never know that about the secret of the palm, I don't tell him, he never fortification in the first, I already is to move took such a torn.
In the light of day will get along skimmed quickly through to, until the night and he went to see the movie "sweet honey", I for film actress and actor but not fell in love with tears. From the movie theaters until or can't live out against sad. He like to like the kid clap my shoulder: "good good, lovely, obedient don't cry!" He carefully for I wiped the tears, I was sobbing side du rang write: "why can't they choose to the exclusion of all combined with? They loved each other so much!" "But," he quietly paused, slowly spit out a word, "sometimes, love and can't solve all the problems."
I suddenly stopped cry--I understand all of my not the root of happiness.
He hold my hand: "you see you cry like a flower cat, how to go home to mama? To me there to wash a face, calm down home again."
I was the first to his house, and his house be decorated well refined, be shallow light tonal make people feel very comfortable. My mood gradually calm down. He went to pour tea, I went to the bathroom want to wash a face, stretched out his hand and twist the tap, but touched a soft cork soft soft things, I am curious to take up on see, is a woman with long hair dish when the tire, white and transparent flowers bud silk butterfly, is very beautiful, and it's like, like...... The bride's headdress flower.
I held that a pure white tire, the heart in a bit by bit to fall as if see some I would not go on in the face of the truth. And can choose this beautiful woman of tire, must be a head of long hair and beautiful with an exquisite wise?
When I think of the bride, thought of the lake sunset, to be held in the hand of the love sweating, when the first rain in the afternoon, stolen to Pierce the palm rose...
I see, I want to share of the pure and the happy feeling, and he never could give me.
Lift up your head, eyes clouded with tears to see in him holding a cup of tea made himself in the doorway.
Break up that night I capricious ground drank a lot of wine, he is tender and patience at live I: "it's my fault. I just want to let you know, your heart, my in the mind have some, you are a good girl, I remember you." He did not say so pardon my words, and he knew that I must understand that he feels. Yes I know, that is actually the same roses prick his palm ah!
I opened in signs or feeling of his palms, finally see clear, that would not disclose the cat out of the bag by a love line, the original is all my life I have not to box! I close, with tears in his palm, use all my strength the hold it until also enter into their hearts in pain, I was actually miss and we never had the solemn and magnificent and victorious love, but that a warm and tacit understanding, also really had little ooze our heart, my eyes looked at me again in the palm of love, as if already is paid little attention; avoiding Mrs, that believe in love woman has also with line tears is far from gradually