Perhaps I've never had enough experience, perhaps I don't know so much about it. I don't know. But how does it really feel to have someone to be there for you with no obligations under any circumstances? I don't know why I must be thinking of these stuffs, especially last night before going to bed. But if I don't think about it I will explode with all the things I've absorbed from places, from movies, from books, from everywhere. How fingers are intertwined, how words spilling from one's lips can transform into a beautiful language of love, how immense the simplest of gestures can be.
And suddenly I feel this need to do a lot of giving.
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