People can choose...whether they love or hate.

I made a choice, chose to love a man who was so cute and sweet.

Even though he is a cracked glass

Cracks that cannot be filled just by desire

I will smile and smile even when he is not here.

I will remember and remember our happy times.

sweet kiss warm love taste Everything blends with the bitter truth to become sweet and mellow.

My coffee mug has a crack. It's a thin mark caused by loss. One day it might disappear.

But I will never forget...so that he will live in our memories forever.

Not Cry...Not Try , if you chose it already...

he asked me

"Why did you choose me?"

I answer

"Because I love you"

Among the scattered white rose petals I'm wearing a clean white dress. Beneath the light veil was the smile of the man he loved. He wears a white suit His pale, excited face looked adorable.

We held hands as we listened to the priest's voice.

"I hereby declare that the two of you are husband and wife from now on." The priest's voice trailed off. We kissed under a sky of white rose rain. A beautiful bouquet of lilies was thrown to the ladies who were ready to receive them.

We laugh when we see happy pictures.

I shook his hand, sending warmth through my white gloves.

"I love you..."

He is a famous songwriter. His money from each job was enough to keep me in the house for a whole month, but I didn't...we used that money to save for the future.

I asked for some money to build a coffee shop. A small coffee shop filled with love...

We travel to fill each day with happiness. Like life is both bitter and sweet. like a coffee mug You are the one who chooses to drink bitter for the original taste. Or add milk for another flavor. It's up to you.

We choose to add milk. Sweet milk distilled from a smile

We take photos and keep them as albums. So that in the future we can look back and see the happiness of yesterday.

"You're pregnant" is the happy smile of both of us. He prepared a room for the little one who would become part of the family. We select items to create happiness for your little one.

Day by day the belly grows and comes with more happiness.

Even though it hurts, even though it hurts...but this little child is my flesh and blood. is evidence of our love

The cry was like the sound of an angel's crystal bell.

She is a cute little angel.

You are the most we could wish for.

...The hourglass is still flowing. The sand that was once full on the other side began to become depleted every night and day.

She used to enjoy the sweet taste of milk.

Now it was time for her to face the bitter reality.

"How much longer?"

He smiled tiredly. A cold hand holds mine.

"For the longest time, as long as I've been breathing."

I cried, my bloodshot eyes crying all night over a piece of paper.

"Two more years before I can only watch you."

He smiled, smiling brightly. “Then we should make it our every day. It's not a worthless day."

"Yes, we will always be happy together...and suffer together."

The little girl looked clear-eyed. She smiled and called out to her parents. Yesterday's slurred sounds became clearer.

The old coffee shop still warms with the sweet scent of love.

The smell of chocolate cake was both sweet and bitter.

As time passes, people change, and the little girl becomes a cheerful little girl.

"I love you, child. I love you...I'm sorry I found you too late."

I smiled, holding his hand.

"We still have time. We have each other It's never too late for love."

"I'll make you regret it."

“This is the path I have chosen. I choose to be happy.”

He looked suspicious. As I rubbed the silver ring on our left ring finger

“I enjoyed the day I spent with you. I'm happy with this choice, darling."

Because we have chosen...

Because time cannot be turned back.

"Mommy, daddy?" the girl asked in a lonely voice.

"He's gone someplace far away," I replied, patting the head of the crying little girl to comfort her.

Because I have chosen I have chosen since that day.

"I...cha-cha, I like you!" His face was so red that he was afraid it would be cooked. Confession to the young senior she secretly admires

Did he make a face like he didn't expect it? Before his cheeks turned red all the way to his ears.

"Oh, it's me...?"

We tell each other we love each other.

we are happy together

"Let me tell you first that I have a serious disease... therefore," he smiled sadly.

“No!” I chose to shake this shy man's hand.

Even though in the end the one who hurts is me.

The person who was left behind was me.

We cannot promise that They will live together until old age.

When he was the one who had to die before her.

The rain fell like that day. The only difference is that this rain is not rose petals. But it was a cold stream that flowed like tears from the sky. She wore a completely black outfit. A bouquet of his favorite white chamomile flowers was placed next to the black coffin.

no laughter There were only sobs and moans.

There were no smiles, only tears and sorrow.

"I told you...I love you."

I love only you and will love you forever.

"So I won't cry" because tears are useless.

When I choose To walk side by side with this man

The last thing I will do...is the last thing I will be.

"I love you" at a sad, black-filled funeral A bright blue umbrella was opened with a smile on his face.

...Will love be bitter or sweet? Will life be happy or sad?

It's up to you to look...

And you ?