To survive in love, you need little madness…to dream of all the possibilities. Though it’s almost impossible to bear the HEARTACHE. But still, it seems the wish for a glimpse is enough for the lifetime….or say, eternity. No PARDON is not enough for living without her.
I was a boy. I am still a boy…A boy in the wilderness with little desires. As a boy, I faithfully proclaim to you that my desires are all surrounding you. You never know, all along…the story is you, only you. And I never get tired telling and retelling this story. Please read it once more!
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