my grandma used to tell me "find someone who is good to you, as your grandpa is to me", and after all this years, i start to believe that this 'who' may not exist; probably, the 'who' just exists in my mind and hers, or in the fictional world. and that is why i'm so obsessed with books, just because i'm looking for someone that seems like the idea that lives in my mind... and that makes me think "am i ignoring the real boys, just because of this stereotype that i created? or, actually, good boys just don't exist anymore?"

Jack Dawson, where are you?