I’m happy right now..
He makes me feel extra shit tons of awesomeness overflowing..
And I love him..
i’ve opened a new book, and kept the old one in the attic, praying that someday i might have the guts to burn it into ashes. however, i never have the intention of opening it back, or getting a new book..
i wish this book, i’m currently writing on will last forever. i want it to be first and last novel..
there’re too many first, being shared and i’m lucky to have him by my side.
he have shown me the world in the angle noone else have ever did.