Glumi
I have a girlfriend I like so much. She is kinda naive. Why? because she wears her heart outside her body. Well, actually she puts it in the middle of the street, the street is just few feet away from my door, my door is made from transparent glass. I can see her honesty and kindness, but seriously, putting your heart outside is just stupid. It makes your heart (her heart) vulnerable. Now, her heart is broken, hard to be healed because it is constantly exposed to the pollution in the air not to mention the rain, the sun, and God knows what bugs flying out there and I HAVE to witness it every single day. She can say, "stop looking at it and move on." But NO, I can't. Why? Because I care. Damn it. I do care about your heart. In fact, probably that was why I made stupid door from glass, so I can see your heart.
She has a blog, a very nice one. She said it was her coping mechanism. OK. Coping is good. Every single day, before I do my job, I open her blog with my eyes closed. Before I open my eyes, I always think, "please, be happy. Please, be happy." I really want her to find a man that loves her more than anything and just be happy. The sight of her broken heart is torturing me.
Oh, my Dear Friend, is there anything I can do for you? I know my words are not gonna cut it. I need to do something, right? please, tell me...
Dya
I have a girlfriend I like so much. She is kinda naive. Why? because she wears her heart outside her body. Well, actually she puts it in the middle of the street, the street is just few feet away from my door, my door is made from transparent glass. I can see her honesty and kindness, but seriously, putting your heart outside is just stupid. It makes your heart (her heart) vulnerable. Now, her heart is broken, hard to be healed because it is constantly exposed to the pollution in the air not to mention the rain, the sun, and God knows what bugs flying out there and I HAVE to witness it every single day. She can say, "stop looking at it and move on." But NO, I can't. Why? Because I care. Damn it. I do care about your heart. In fact, probably that was why I made stupid door from glass, so I can see your heart.
She has a blog, a very nice one. She said it was her coping mechanism. OK. Coping is good. Every single day, before I do my job, I open her blog with my eyes closed. Before I open my eyes, I always think, "please, be happy. Please, be happy." I really want her to find a man that loves her more than anything and just be happy. The sight of her broken heart is torturing me.
Oh, my Dear Friend, is there anything I can do for you? I know my words are not gonna cut it. I need to do something, right? please, tell me...
Dya