“The dreams in wich I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had”
It has been exactly eleven months and one day that somebody I do not know and for sure never met wrote me a note saying he loves me. He wrote this as a private note to me on a social platform I am not using any more, I just logged in to delete my account. And saw his note.
I feel something.
Makes one wonder. Love is for sure a strange beast.
When people run in circles it’s a very very mad world.
Cheers for fears.
Thanks, fuzzipuzzi. Old friends are good ones :)