I never asked, I always wanted to be that guy. That’s what I dug
abut my self. But I’m not sure it would move me one way or the other. I
have never known, why do I love her so much? what is it about her? May
be I got it right at the 1st time, which defines my life. Or sometimes
it’s better not to touch the dream. Here I am a knee deep in river of
regrets. Life is too short to regret, and here I already have wasted my 3
years. I just missed out on practically everything worth living for.
Something bleak isn’t necessary to be true.