lying in my bed. with the rooftop window right above my face. i can see stars. and they only remind me of the nights and dawns when we talked under the starry sky, then it happened. like magic.

J: "It's minus 15 degrees, why did you still hold my hand?"

"J: "Who cares if my hands turn numb and red? I just wanna hold you."

<3 gosh <3

-j.-

...and he did. KILIGS!

"For you I'd do it all over again..."

-Bruno Mars.

"Du skuffer ingen. Du skylder ingen en forklaring. Det er jo ditt liv. Du må være ærlig mmot deg selv og dine følelser."

-j.-

It's impossible. 

First love never dies.