December 8, 2011


You said that I’m fresh like an apple. Falling in love for the first time, staring you with blushingly bright eyes, and holding you in wide opened arms – still for the first time. I’ve been trying throughout this like little chicks crashing the eggshell. And be born.

And after more than one year, it’s still fresh like an apple. Thank you for still being here, for up-and-down feelings, and surprising happiness. And for trust against tears – when we have to apart that you’re actually somewhere or nowhere but here – so close in heart.

Please, hold on. Don’t give up. Don’t hurt each other – we still have to face the long road.


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