How Could It Be

I dreamt of the good old times And foresaw the possible good days How futuristic could it be When in spite the pain in the past In my tomorrow, it's still you I want to see I remembered the small things you've done And reminded myself that there's nothing grand But how amazing could it... Continue Reading →


Wake Up

I dreamt of us – kissing. It was strange. Very unlikely for me to dream of. I should be happy, right? Because for the first time, I thought of you knowing that love was no longer unrequited for you. And of course, why shouldn’t I be? I could have had my first kiss if it... Continue Reading →

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