blogging time = thinking too much time.
just now was, WEIRD?
the urge to lie on your shoulder again,
to touch your face again,
to intertwine in your fingers again,
to hug you close again,
to kiss your lips again,
was so strong.
So strong.
it was almost unbearable.
tell me what's wrong with me.
right now, i can only say that i wish i can tell you,
please don't be in love with someone else.