Lover of the now, professional day dreamer, amatuer traveler, ocassionally photographer, rarely hater
I heard a story today, about love, first love. Maybe it’s because there has been so many dark news in the past couple of days (the kindergarten abuse in Beijing, the deadly fire in Beijing), I was very touched by this story and it brought me to tears.
It has been 365 days
It’s been over four years since you left us. But I still cry every single time I think about you or dream about you. How have you been on the other side?