Un blog d'une rêveur, écrivain sceptique, randonnée adolescent, impuissant romantique, mélancolique sanguin, et décorer l'artiste dans la fabrication.

 

Well, being with him is one of my dream coming true. And I’m afraid that one day I’ll wake up, the dream ends, and he will all disappear. Is it wrong for me now to worry?

Another insecure late-night thought