Dear you,
How does one fall in love?
Can it be spontaneous? Between friends that never realized their subtle glances to one another until it's too late?
Does fate really play with the deceiving timing?
All these questions buzz around my mind li...
Super sorry for no update last week! I'll be updating three times this week to make up for it.
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Dear you,
They say Sunday is the day of rest. It was for me.
All day, Birdie, I resided in my den. Except for leaving for bathroom or snack breaks, which was seldom.
My mother once again is gone- all I could acknowledge was the continuous buzz of electricity. I grew tired of it and soon watched movies on my laptop. However, that didn't last long because I soon fled to the thought of you.
Will everything be back to routine Monday, Birdie? This boredom is questioning my sanity and any more minutes with the murmur of silence and I may lose myself.
