and then some.

Goodbye to endless dreamings and hello to the real world that's full of dreams of having YOU. Another ironic situation, I know.

Towi said in his blog:

Personally, I think that it's best not to confess love, but to just... express it. Make the person you love feel loved and scratch that itch that compels you to admit it. Express love every chance that you get. For when the time comes, the person you love won't ask you if you love them.... Because they already know.

The only one who knows everything about me is the furry one that sleeps on my bed. Not because I don’t love them all, but because I’m scared of how they’ll react when they know I’m not getting better.

I agree with Towi.

But wait, I know HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS because I have expressed it many times now. I guess, i'll just leave it as is.

Okay, I lost my sense of writing with sense.

Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs.