There’s one guy..
He’s very kind.
He love cats.
He love food.
He love to travel.
He love red.
He love coffee & macaroons.
He love something sweets.
He love to tell stories.
His smile, His eyes while smile.
His excitement when telling people stories.
His enthusiasm of sharing thoughts.
I feel like I already knew him long time ago.
He doesn’t even make me feel akward and afraid of him as a stranger.
He’s like a family.
Two times meeting without saying hi.
One times meeting coincidentally.
Two times arranged meetings.
But all it’s me who started first.
I don’t know much about him.
Indeed, I adore him.
I wanna be his friend.
But it seems like I’m the one who chase someone who doesn’t address me as his friend.
Sorry dear me.
21th March 2016