Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Wraith in Guild Wars 2

Whenever I look at the sky, I always remind that star which was shining like Guild Wars 2 gold… I am a wraith; I am not a person or a soul. I am not the completely inanimate object, but I also have essential differences with general life. I do not belong to this world, but from a different space. Every wraith has its own master. I love my master - she is sweet and lovely, witty and courageous. Her name is Rose. I like to watch her singing on the mountain when she is lonely; I like to watch her flying with birds when she is happy; I like to watch her misty eyes with tears when she is sleeping; I like the courageous Rose showed in the battle for Guild Wars 2 gold; I like to fight together with her, and companion with her...

I'm one of the wraiths who were called out by Rose. Maybe it is a mistake from the beginning... from the moment she used her fingers to point to the planet. Rose would never know who I am; maybe she had never cared about me.  When you are there, you are everything, when you are not there, everything is you! How much courage I got depends on how much you need me! I don't know what love is. I just know that you are so precious to me.  I cannot find a way leads to the happiness I want. Would I like to be died alone in a dream of Guild Wars 2 gold or just turned old cozily in the commonplace?  That might be hard to choose.  But the real question is: When I face to the reality, I often have no choice...

I know I'm just a wraith and I am not qualified to love. I tried my best on the battlefield. It turned out that even I almost burn myself, I still cannot warm you. If my love cannot be expressed in words, I am willing to prove it with my life! Fate has hinted that my love will be like that distant planet, but I don’t care about it.  A wise man once said that you cannot travel with too much luggage, it makes sense. Actually, I know there is something like love or GW2 gold I will never have, because I am just a negligible wraith...


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