my friend called me in two hours. just checked me on, chit-chat bestie’s wedding and the dress to set their wedding’s marvelous. she said the punchline of life and cried a lot. listened how hurt she is, reminds me of Richard Templar’s book:
most of us have a past of some kind. even very cleary on, the most innocent of teenage romances leaves us with some kind of history. and it’s very easy to let that get in the way of the next romance.
its recalling me of the bridleless day when i asked about how would we go to Finland, we surfed as others did. lots of inquiries between us then the SUV quiet us yet. a long lie you, a games you played, color me impressed.
like we don't have any expired stories, thought were bloom outside. so basic. anyone has a same trail to love, being loved, or in between love-hate-relationship. of course, things can change. we knew we can’t control the vibes, but don't be manipulating and blame us. just sit them down and explain that even though they don't feel ready yet — Richard Templar.
a thousand weeks, this place belongs to me. you thought the treasure keep your gold, no. it's just i, Finland, and the SUV. you drop me off with a bucket of seeds.
so, ya, i plowed the ground, i keep the trail, i planted “the seeds”. if, the seed starts to grow into a seedling, i’ll place them into the pot, direct them to the lights, and let them show the actions.
Finland and the SUV you drove, just caught us already. captured the bird, who has a clingy thoughts, ate in some rest area, the clouds much prettier, the rain went down, we felt nothing. just, how it began great in seconds?
last dump of this month, if the Disney released The Prince Charming with Carriage Mattel afterwards, don't knock on my door, don't yell at me, don't bother me, don't call me in the Fri morning, just don’t. just sit them down. Finland doesn't belong to one of you.
