In every good things there's always the bad one. I'm happy to chit-chat with some close-stranger, they were so nice even we don't know one another. And I'm excited to laugh like nobody's watching, i already miss this feeling.
But this person came, bring half-happiness and much sorrow. He does changing, it might be just my opinion but feels so real. He was my home, but I just don't wanna go home, for now.
