Efterhand
Afterwards. Not until afterwards have i realised. I have, since i last posted simething, till now, really thought and looked trough my whole life. thinking, analysing, remembering. i don't know what love is. i dont. but i dont have the strength and time to write down it all. i was hurt. i was so, so, so hurt. hurt is all i've known. for once, i think, i actually believe and know, something big is about to happen. i dont know what love is. i really really dont know the feeling. the actual feeling. i only know the feeling of fancying someone. but something strange and unfamiliar is happening to me.. there's a way about him
