She thought that dreams could come true, as long as she wanted it bad enough. Or that miracles would happen out of the blue. When dark falls and just before sleep beckons, she gazed out into the starry sky reflecting on life and ponder how things will chance in time.

Expectations differ from person to person. And she wondered whose were more important; hers' or others'? Because being judged is a cruel thing, expecially negatively. But to be truly happy, she knew that her expectations mattered the most. But still, at times...

Love is a concoction of many colors. It has been explained so many a times, that it's just meaningless to ramble about it. But I know that nothing is worth in trusting something so fragile to another being.

Just this and that.

posted by PURE @ 12:57 am.