June 28, 2015

Sometimes, it confuses me. I take it as a sign to continue, but then it feels like talking to the wind. I wish you could talk to me, because if there's one thing I want to be able to do with you, that's the top one on the list. I want you to talk to me, and tell me your dreams, and fears. I want you to listen to me, listen when I'm happy, and listen when I rant. But the silence tells me otherwise. But really universe, what is the point?

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Uy, ko-comment siya. Yesss naman, sana nagustuhan mo ang kwento ko. =)