i dreamt a lot these days.
everymoment whatever i am doing, i think of him, what is he doing? catching a train? missing a bus? complementin a projet for a whole long night? calling his girlfriend? watching at the texts thinking of me? drinking water? forcing himself to eat fruits? looking at the mirror? laughin happily but not inside? creating some magical miracle effects? watching the asian games? walking on the street where i hav never been ? typing crazily with another person? watering his sunflowers?
it is so naive of me, cannot stop imagining every detail of his life.sounds insane.
i didnt dare to say i love him. but i like him very much from when i found that i like him. but i didnt dare to text him anymore. i m too selfish and...whatever. i think i miss him.
if god sentence me doom to be a stranger passing through his life. i will fight to be his wife.