Diary 11 #back

We forgive each other yesterday, the pleasure could make up all the tear I dropped those days.

He laughed, I laughed, seems like nothing happened. Maybe for him is really noting. But for me is like get out from hell.

I can't say I love him, I can't speak the word "love" to anyone. I know love is not a permanent thing and I don't have the ability to ensure that.

However I do want stay with him, I rehearsaled thousand times of the moment we see each other in my brain and get excited with it, this kind of pleasure even more comfortable than taking marijuana, maybe happiness is only thoughts in our mind, is fiction. But who cares, people fascinated with fiction.