Welcome to my life, conveniently located in the flames of hell.
見ぬが花。
I tend to fall in love with every stranger I see who possesses some kind of engaging peculiarity in himself/herself.
What happens after that is, of course, what always happens next: it’s either I fall out of love or stay in love with the idea of him, her or them and then forever have my heart broken.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Hi.
You don’t know it but this is for you. You might be reading this now or you’ll read this later or maybe tomorrow or next day or whenever. But this is for you and only you.
I’m just happy to know that someone’s there for you right now and your smile’s finally real this time.
