Since when an hour and half trip put me in this travelling feeling like thd old time at JFK flying back to Taiwan when my trip from home to school used to take almost the same amount of time?
Since when the journey to south were shadowed by your talk, the scooter ride, and the sunshine and hot air in the afternon?
Each time I had to stuff myself with busy schedule listening to music, reading novels, putting on make up just to ease the solitary cycle of the trip.
Why was everything so hard w/out you?
Because I loved you and i still do?
Stupid ass me.
But somehow I love to be taking over by this once a while can't-help-it-romantic wave, just so i know i can still dream like a child along with my helpless spontaneous all together.