Life sucks and then you die.
Yeah, I should be lucky, so lucky when my heart skip a beat seeing him georeously walking towards me.
The crystal-clear memory of the first night we had, it was sparkly and blissful.
Hes got weak and sleepy eyes.
our first kiss-it took all my focus.
our night, it was January then, he's like My mid-summer nights dream.
I smiled.
We are happy.
We belonged to happiness.
A whit light against the dark shadow, keeping and making every moment for perfection.
The joy was impossible.
I must be damned.
