(My best friends' honeymoon).
I'm not sure if having feeling is good, and sense, toward a few things that are like a sense for the future. It was so trivial that I moved when seeing the album photo for her, for him while they were happy and are happy. Sense and feeling are worthless, in the context, aren't they?
I'm happy that I like jazz and there's still Nina Simone. I'm excited to move and to share a new place with a nice, cool single-mom girl. And that my boyfriend is still holding me when I turn incomprehensible, even to myself.
There's nothing else matters.
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