I haven't had a weighing machine at my apartment. So, when I got in my parent's house, I found one out in the bathroom. I finally weighed myself after an intense and heavy meal containing a thick steak, spaghetti, and a bottle of champagne...oh and a Godiva chocolate box...and then I realized that I was almost 90 lbs. As my height is 5 feet and 1 inch, I'm totally underweight.
Now, it's midnight. I can barely hear my breath. I've been missing all the things that I left in Seattle. Did I forget to bring my sensation with me? Whenever I check out all the photos in my dead iPhone, I feel like I lost something in my mind. Is this feeling called missing?
This is true love… you think this happens everyday? If he's just one of your passing lovers, then the love would last a lifetime. Unlike, true love lasts forever...
