What is the probability of meeting someone who knows a part of you which you have never shared to anyone? How come a stranger knows so much about you and you feel like there is something with him that you cannot explain. A strange feeling of familiarity. It lingers in my mind and shocks my system. I am not used to someone knowing me like this, and this way. I know, these things inside my head are like a puzzle I must solve, an itch I must scratch, and much worse than a broken recorder that I must fix. But I sucks at puzzles, the itch is at my back, and I am not fond of fixing things. After what happened in the resto, Chris and I went into different shops and bought everything we needed. Food supplies that would last for I think — a month. Pillows, pillowcases, bedsheets, and toiletries. Chris just let me decide on everything. He’s paying for everything as well. And he is the one who is bringing all the things we’ve bought. Okay, technically, he bought it. I kept on asking h
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