I'm a writer, someone who does not like to have conversation with people who can not understand how it feels to be lonely. It's just how you behave alone, the real face comes out and it is not avoidable. I just want that, someone who doesn't need to mask themselves, and be honest with me. Someone of sweet, who can appreciate me being clingy and caring to them.
I am tired of people waiting of having someone falling from the sky just in front of them, and be happy without even trying, or be worthy of such person.
My hope is to have you answer my messages, and start to get to know each other; why would I hope such thing?
Because I will like what you'll be writing in those small lines, and although they'll tell so little about you, they may be enough to push me to set everything on the betting plate.
Your pictures will have me wondering about what kind of person you are, but I shall only be able to make assumptions of that: where's the fun in knowing someone if you can guess everything just from their appearance or the mere way they move and act?
It is not enough, not for me, at least.
A butterfly with its majestic wings has to be caught with my net, would you fly away or let my net catch you?
