Monday, July 4

Someday, talking to you will never be as hard as right now. Someday, we don't have to think about money, time or distance. Or the people around. We can talk, you can talk and I can talk. We'll bore each other to death and then we'll talk again. Someday, everything is going to be nice and sweet and okay. 

Distance scares the hell out of me. No joke.


Eyes will be fully set on books after lunch and solat. Promise.