I haven't written in months. I am alive, though. That's just how interesting my life is right now. 

I never think of you these days

I never think of you these days. But you still manage to fill my days. It's an urge for you to see what I see, to feel what I feel, to know your problems, to confide in you. I want to share everything with you. I want your opinion, I need your advice.
I seek your smile; I miss that self satisfying smirk you have when ( Read more... )