I love the Note 2 so much simply because it allows me to scribble my thoughts down the old fashion manner.
Technology is great, but sometimes old school methods has its charms.
Reminds me of puppy love.
He was the first guy that asked me on a date to the movies, and shortly after dating, asked if I’d be his girlfriend. I doubt I’d find this innocence ever again.
I’m not sure if this is what you define as regret. Every festive season I just feel like hiding home. I don’t feel like talking, much less go out.
I didn’t just lose the guy that possibly loved me the most, I also lost my best friend.
I’m incapable of love, I’m only capable of behaving as though I am, and fantasise on the possibility. It has always been the case.
I feel sad because I should. I’m not absolutely sure if I was ever true.