2014. október 5., vasárnap

One thought in my head only: him.

Strange and surprising, though. How come, that we get on so well and feel ourselves like the one half and the other, creating a whole this way? I never want this to end. It scares me a bit, though, to feel this vulnerable, lost in the pink fog. At the same time I feel that nothing bad could ever happen and ruin our faultless image of perfection.

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