According to inner mind gibberish


He is impossible, I know, and often an encumbrance, but he’s always appealing and noble and I love him so dearly. A man to love and given his all, a man and his forgiving heart, very protective when it’s come to family, I get that.
 I love a man who would stop doing anything and have time for family so they get closer day by day. Man who knew me well that I knew nothing about, man who would hug me every possible time, even to a fight he would. But I’m so prone in making my other half happy as a happy kid myself.
 With all my heart, i do. To fed him hot cooked food, make him walk to the beach with me, playing with sand I been on the edge lately, I could possibly imagine what would my life turn out to be for the next five or fifteen years. Yes, I’ve been dreaming and honestly slept the entire period in class, which is not happening according to my perspectival attitude, but I caught myself in any moment teacher stop explaining what they did, I’m dreaming.

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