It’s strange that I crave someone who I haven’t even met in person, but the fact that I could meet that person someday and we could share our experiences, our stories, our belongings someday literally makes me happy, but what makes me ache is that, it might not even happen. All my hopes to meet that person, hopes to share my story with that person could easily be destroyed or be gone with time and that there is a possibility that before I meet that person, someone else already has shared their stories with the person I wanted to share all of it with.-- TK















