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it was a long road to find someone who i would consider to be my closest one. i, who generally avoids socializing with others because it causes me to break out in cold sweats. and she is a person who get easily interacts with a new person, new people. when she is being her true-character. a great ninety degrees away from me.

she was always trying to hide some emotion. expression. she thinks i fully equipped —but my only flaw is the lack of friends who truly consider me a friend—true. i leaned my head against the wall in another sense i felt something, a pitiful.. and i didn't try to argue back.

but, i strongly understand what she was getting at. she still does not fully accept me because we remain a long way off. we are not that close, i can tell. it is just me who thinks that we are close enough — in fact, i think we are closer than close.

you know that i love hearing to the sea tells a stories and sing lullabies at night. he said while gazing serenely at the sea. is the sea tells something? i am confused by that expression, he always has a weird preposterous by expression that even i do not understand. when she was telling how her day was, when others admired her, when all humans have favored to come to her, though only for a brief glance- he still continued his speech. -and i truly love my sea. the final.

healer is not always a medicine, but perhaps a person.

i used to do that, trimming the ends of my hair as they grew long. wishing that the noise attack to gradually leave the nest in the meantime. you will be fine he said. said the boy who always carelessly wraps my shoulders with his warm hands, my heart explodes warmly when he shows that side, a side of someone i have never felt someone else's way.

when i am tired of being a person, he is always presents space for me, and i will not let anyone else enter the space that he has made for me, except him. i want to drink a cup of warm tea while making little talks with him in its space, a space that radiates comfort and warmth that can not be interrupted by anyone else.

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. they’re in everything you do. they’re in the air you breathe. and their voice stays in your mind.

Two year. i felt a butterfly tickle my tummy, two year ago. When you took my hand and asked me to dancing with you even though we sat far apart. Two year since you became my happiness and the most my favorite person in that room. I hope you to stay around for a long, long time.

Two year have passed, and i am gladly it’s still you. And you will always be my moon, my vanilla, my blue, my endless love. I never thought i’d like you this much. And i never planned to have you in my mind this often.

Under the sky fulls of stars we watching that night. Watching the sunset that look like egg yolk. Lying down to see the beautiful city lights at night. Late night snacks. And karaoke-ing like we have no time left.

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