I hope one day we can talk. I have a bunches of things to tell you, like a storyteller you know.
I tell you about my childhood, I tell you about chocolate mint plant which I really love to smell it and call it "my dear friend".
I wish you can talk to me soon, it seems like our story will never end.
Why? I miss you like a crazy. Do I need to be shame when confessed it?
I love you & I hate you at the same time.
You make my heart somehow not going on the correct way as I want. I don't want to be vulnerable because of my feeling for you.
I wish I could hold your hand someday. It will be my happiest day of my life.
How come?
You must know that I miss you very much. I miss you right after I left out of the co. door, I miss you when we are in the same room which we breath in the same air and environment. And you need to know that I miss you in every breath I take know, I'm not sure but I will miss you when I gone.
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