16.12.2005 (Dream)

I just really felt like posting now something that could sound a little less "in love".
I guess I'm just scared of feeling like that all by myself.
I mean, just because I woke up one morning and realized that my thoughts were completely taken by your image, the sweetest illusion of you, it doesn't mean that I've come back centuries and became a daydreamer person. A daydreamer girl.
I just can't surrender my youth for a desire I had. Even a strong, irresistible desire of you.
If I could just understand the reason... If you had ever given me any reason...
Anyway... this wouldn't be the first time that I believe I'm in love. But it can be the very first time I could actually be in love. "In love"? I don't think I love you, not yet. But I surely would appreciate if you wanted me to.
I'm writing this because I just rembered a dream I had last night.
There was you and me, talking about anything. There was a pink ice-cream I was holding. There were laughs, and I put some ice-cream on your nose, but you quickly licked mine, smiling a beautiful smile. I was confused, but smiling too. And then, you kissed me.
The second reason I'm here writing instead of sleeping is that you have no idea of this all... not even my feeling, not even this photolog. And if you ever come here, it is in English and big so you don't feel like reading it.
The very first time I'm sincere. The very first time I actually use this page like anyone else. Just because this morning... I woke up from a dream of you... just because I'm going to bed wishing that dream again... Love me for who I am.