March 2012
February 2012
Breathe. It’s just a bad day. Not a bad life.
I want to;
Him: I want to call you though..
Me: I want to see you..
Him: I want to hug you .
Me: I want to .. hold you tight like you're my teddy bear.
Him: I want to wipe the tears of your eyes and I would pick up and fix the broken pieces of your heart whenever you're heartbroken.
Me: Honestly, sometimes I want to kiss you every time you give me those tiny feelings that drives me insane. I want to meet you some day because meeting you will make my life much more satisfied. I want to do a lot of things with you, I hope you'll never disappear and talk to someone better than me. But if you ever do, you're always going to be a piece of my heart because I love you.
