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Now I live in an apartment and I play a family game with my love. My love who I call a hairy monster from time to time is a romantic man with an analytic personality. When he gets home from work, I go to the door and kiss him on the nose. We cook together. We eat together. We take a shower together. We rub our noses against each other with eyes closed like we are in prayer. It's like a ritual if you know what I mean. We hold hands and sleep. It's beautiful, isn't it? Perfect picture of a happy couple.





So I don't wanna remember anything from the past.
I wanna live in this moment.

Because I Just Can't

Do you still remember me?
Do you still read this blog?
Do you still check it at least?
Or have you stopped because I never post anything new?

I still remember you.
I still read your blog.
I still check it always.
I think I'll never stop because I just can't.