i know myself that being pursued is not the basis for being pretty and likable, but sometimes, it made me think that it is.
kind of painful, but what can i do? :)
i do ask myself a lot if there would be a chance that i could write stories again just like years ago, and the answer is still the same. still, "maybe next time."
looking back on our memories, i admit i slightly missed your presence and your jolly but sweet-like personality.
.. but i can no longer bring back things that are broken already and maybe, yet, will never be fixed.