Are you like me?
When you think of the one you love,Those picture usually are not picture of the one you love. But those picture that keep pouring out seem like I have fallen into a dream in which events appeared like bits and pieces that cannot be weaved into a sensible story. Various time periods which one life has been caught in a tangle with another life were brought back into the memory.
I thought that I really cannot differentiate between my dreams and my subconciousness in the real world which one is the fact about my love.
