(These are all original photos that I took.)
This is the problem when I daydream. This is a fantasy. That story I wrote. I don't know if it'll ever become a reality. Maybe one day it will, maybe I won't have another one day. You never know. Right now I'm just sitting here feeling confused and thinking about human love. And if it'll ever happen to me. That kind of love. The true kind. The one that doesn't grow old as you grow old. Oh dear.