𝐩𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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It was still very cold. Even in March. What is wrong with the weather nowadays? I would understand it if it was December or November that cold but near spring? Not even children want to play outside or are they sick? Who knows it isn't my job to care of them.

If it gets spring would he be still here? Would I be able to watch him through the window? What if I can never see him again. Jungwoo made me sick. I have no clue what tomorrow is or what yesterday was. I only know that it doesn't matter now.

I know it's silly to run after someone who isn't even in my circle of friends. I don't know anything about him. Maybe only that he could like One Piece.

I remembered the little key chain that was now on my kitchen desk. Maybe I should give him it back. I mean maybe it's something that he really likes that has a important meaning to him. I feel bad. How could I give him that back? I only knew his name and his face. Nothing else. Maybe he will come back soon? I hope so. I really do.

It was already very late so I went to bed. I couldn't sleep well. Actually I never sleep well since the past weeks. I don't know why it's like this. Is it a disease? Or is it normal?

I tried to close my eyes and sleep. Maybe I wouldn't be such a daydreamer when I sleep at night. Sometimes dreams are something great but sometimes you think you are better in everything because of this dreams. But we are human. We are weak. We have to be weak to succeed something. But how can I succeed what I want? I'm thinking way to much at night. If I keep thinking I would never get any sleep.

After awhile I fell asleep. No dreams. No thoughts. Just me sleeping calm and quiet. Just like everyone.

Sometimes sleeping feels refreshing but sometimes it feels very different. Different because you know it isn't good but you still do it because you need it, because you want it.

The world has always been a strange place. It is okay to be strange in a strange world. Everyone is different. No one is perfect except him. He is perfect in my eyes. He always will be perfect but my life isn't as perfect as him. It's falling apart.

What is the meaning of "perfect"?