The story begins like this:
Someone must see me as a pluviophile,
A person who love rain.
Someone must see me as nyctophilia,
A person who love of darkness/night.
Someone will see me as clinomania,
A person who love to stay in bed.
The thing that someone does not know.
The one thing that i really love
There only 2% of world population
That has green eyes.
I really hope
That i'm the only one in your heart
There are times
When i think
I quiting life and become burito.
You came to my life
And give me hope.
I'm still child
I really hope that i become superhero,
I dont need to be superhero
I just need to be your man.
You ask me, why i'm loving you?
I just cant explain.
Is like explaining what the water tastes like.
I fell asleep
While we were chatting.
I feel like,
I'm dishonoring myself.
We seem like
We were always happy.
All that i can say
That i dont understand you
And cant read your mind.
I take the wrong path
How bad it can be?
You still love me.
When it hard to choice
Whether to follow my heart or my brain
I just simply think of you and follow my instinct.
I really love you!
For the long post
Here a picture of fried chicken :p