He lay on the bed. He had an ethereal aura of beauty surrounding him like he was not human.
But then again he wasn't was he?
But I know he would hurt me.
And I want to know him.
Know everything about him.
He attracts me like a magnet.
It's like the world is telling us that it's fate.
Fate is what we hope to happen to us, relying on fate and destiny to ignore sensible ideas of life.
Yet although it seemed like this was the opposite of sensibility, it was right.
Like it was all a dream world.
