It is...

...It is raining outside. But in my mind it's sunny. It's a bit cold. But I feel warm. My hair is wet because I washed it. But I don't mind it, I feel comfortable.

And she said it was her fault. There's no such thing. There's no...

No. It's her fault. Because she's an amazing girl. No wonder why I fell in love with her. It's her fault because she's herself. And everything I would like to do, would say this and having her to stop blaming herself and worrying for non-existing things.

The one whose name I drew next to mine in that foggy window. I assume. And that's april 2009's memory. I'll never forget it. The one I didn't show this blog only because I write down my feelings and she would discover them (yes I'm silly). And that's the truth, among other truth.

If "you" are reading... I love you. So much :3 And as I said, I regret nothing, FUCK YEAH SEAKING! :U

What a cheesy post we have here. That's what happens when my mood is gay rainbowish good.

The rain outside got worse. But in my mind, it's still clear sun showing itself.