9 March 2012
I imagine how wrong this sounds. I know sometimes I am mad at him. Because nothing happens. But I can't lie to myself. Maybe it is not love, but there is something inside me that will never let me hate him. Maybe I will not like him in a while, but where fire was, ashes are left. I will always want to seem nice, stay close and of course, be there for him when needing a friend or help.
Here For You • Opuss № I