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Tuesday, April 22Y

Understanding and being cared, I dreamed of that today. Being soo close to him makes my heart beat beats faster. His lips touches mine, it felt soo soft and felt soo real. His hand holding me not wanting me to let go. So close, I hunger for his lips. My hand on his face, I continue kissing him. I want more. Wish that I could just dream on like this, I don't want to wake up.
It's only a dream, I told myself. But why did I dream of that. I never did thought of being with him soo close to him. Atless I dream of him, a part of me felt happy but the other hurts. Knowing that my lips will never be touch. Living alone its not a problem for me, I had always been used to be alone. Why did I ever thought of these? Why I felt that I will not find love again? Maybe cause I never thought of love before. Even I love romance, love movies, I never want one of mine. Stories are friction. Reality are real. Thats end for me.

ends at 4/22/2008 11:10:00 PM