Not that I fall in love or something (I don’t know if love word is appropriate, since.. ugh, it’s a long story, and it was not my story) but somehow, I can feel that “love is in the air” literally.
I just can’t stop smiling all day, today..
Love is contagious. I only need to hear stories about love in daily dosage and *pow* fireworks.
I used to worry that someday, somehow I’m gonna turn into a sceptical, less optimistic person (probably choose celibacy as my way of life) and responded “The h%ll with it” every time I heard that particular L word.
It never happen.
Maybe because I never count my memory loss as a variable. Forgetfulness is relieving.
Or I simply got amnesia or something. I don’t remember if my head hits a hard object. Then again, what did you expect from an amnesiac girl like me?
Told you about the whole story? 😀
But I remember in that December.. When we dancing in the rain..