midnight. balcony.

I see, you remember what I wrote about you. Strangely, I have written essays thinking about you, yet none of them tell anything about how awesome a girl you are.

late night. some wine.

i’m not looking for happily-ever-afters anymore. i am deeply convinced they're not for me. and trust me, it’s not as bad as sincerely waiting for that which will never happen. 

post-lunch. ice-cold water.

I have met all kinds of people...ugly chicks, fat chicks and dumb chicks - all of them so annoyingly confident as if they ruled the world. 

And, then... and then I meet you - a girl nearly perfect, but has put a big question mark after everything in her life - a little broken inside and so tough outside. I fail to understand you.

weekend shopping. cold coffee without sugar.

listen, loveliest sister, your life is different from mine. your experience cannot help me. when i tell you about my problems, i just want you to sit back, listen to me crying my heart out and enjoy your coffee.

sultry afternoon. confessions.

I don’t know a lot about palmistry, you know. But these lines on your palms, they tell me, you are a worrier. You think a lot. You say you don’t give a fuck about anything and all, but, my friend, your hands tell quite a different story.

at least my hands do not lie.

lazy mornings. a few regrets.

Listen, I would never fight with you again, okay? Never.

I don’t want to make war with you either.

Are we signing a peace treaty?