7/28/09
I'm affraid of the future.
People fell inlove for a reason. That's right. As much as I want to erase the fact. People do. They do it.
I don't want to fall inlove again. I'm inlove, actually, with you. But, you know, I shouldn't be inlove. I shoulden't be feeling like this. I'd be able to meet new fresh people that show me the meaning of "dates" or the meaning of "taking care of someone". I'd do.
But, instead of doing it, I still here. Feeling you with every nerve in my body. It may be sounds weird, but I love you.
I want to expend the rest of my days in some park of Paris, just holding your hand.
[It doesn't matter that my english teacher says that they really stink so bad and that they whole city should take a bath]