(fuking insomnia is back)

everyone is heavy-breathing in their sleeps - i wish i was 'em.

"You fall in love of everyone," she told me, and it took me a whole day to realize how right she was.

it's true because i do fall in love of small glances, of shy smiles, of soft voices, of dark eyes and shinny looks – also of jokes in the right moment, of good manners in the table, of gentlemanly and dorky-ness. i just do it, i can't help it.

"but your falling in love lasts as much as an ice-cube over fire." She added, after a second. and that was something i understood right away.

because i fall in love of little things – but i can't never fall in love with the person itself. mostly because i believe that love-of-being-in-love just goes okay or movies and fanfictions.