pouring.
Wednesday, June 23 @ 14:38
Just when I said it's sunny back behind my imaginative pours with thunders and lightnings, it happened. Snuggling my blanket at the corner of my room, I can do nothing but to wish for your presence. The only thing that I yearn the most now. I couldn't say it directly to you. Damn these egos. I wished you could hear the voice inside my head. I really want you right now. I'll just keep mum about everything and save the little joy when I see you my boy. Plus, I ditched my campus event; something that I feel is not worth attending for.
My body smells like yours. My hair smells like yours.
