2 de junio de 2015
The plane crosses over the sea of stars. You are just like a cat, getting close without a sound. She´s unpredictable, and always playing around. I'm caught off guard, always going at your pace.
That giant lump of iron, just like a shooting star. Just by looking at the same night sky, you make the usual scenery different. Every small action you take is a roller coaster ride. My heart plays a melody.
What's this emotion called? How do you describe this feeling? This is probably what you'd call love.