The Hope

A few hours before this typing season, I was blown by a hope presented by somebody. Quite interesting I guess. So, I browsed up his entire site just finding out his slight of life. Uh… it’s him. So him, we frequently share many things what’s in him and mine. Unique, adorable, and attemptable to explore and once again, a few years bellow my almost 26^th??? Should I face the similar things….(Imagine my giggles when I wrote this xixixixixi...)

These recent hours he’s been off. Off for he’s busy, off for he’s been sick, or off for he finally realized that he’s knocking the wrong address??

Anyway, out of his reasons to be off, a perfect decision has basically been buried within my bone. It’s called hopeless when I meet anyone offering a bunch of flower named hope.