Random rubbish

I have counted the stars in the sky for dunno how many thousand of times. There are tonnes of them but I can't find yours.

I can only envelope my love towards you into words.

Perhaps the more I write, the love will become more faded .

Sometimes, A love that did not get a response is a drug. People knew it can be a very suffering and torturing route.

Stubborn.own thoery of true love. Naive.

They willing to fall into that trap. They make a path that full of thorns themselves. Some of them groan in pain , cry, complaining, in depression.....

They did not realize it was their fault at first.

Maybe life is too plain and they wanna add some condiment to make it more meaningful.