I love how short the time you took to answer. When I asked you to mention things you love. And your first answer is you. And your second is me. Advertisements
I pretend like I don’t know anything. But really, I know enough about everything. The thing is people underestimate my silence. And too uproar about my smile. They forget that I think.
When I give my heart a little too freely. It get bruises. Everytime. Yet, you still questioned why I’m over protective about it. Oh, well, I guess you haven’t love. Love till it hurts.
I’m always curious with woman who order salad on first date. What does she has in mind? Is she really not that hungry? Come on! Don’t say it only take few minutes to change the clothes and already ate something … Continue reading
Let’s watch the movie next weekend. Let’s have picnic next month. Let’s travel here and there next year. Let’s do this. Let’s do that. I want to do this with you. I want to do that with you. I can … Continue reading
It amazed me how what I wrote here brought readers. Many even regularly stop and read. I’m not here to look for fan. I’m not here writing to gain followers. But it’s an honor. I’m here to heal myself with … Continue reading
You. Me. The rain. The pain. And the ice cream in between. I miss you.