Crazy as fuck.

I just miss someone from the past. That's all, not much to it really. The feeling will come swooping in every single time I look at that one person's picture or anything. I never really had some sorts of conversation with that person. All that really matters to me was that short one we had when that person asks me about something feared to be a threat.

I... to be truth, never really has those fearless gears when it comes to putting my feeling outside, in the real world. I always have that problem. A blunder which hasn't moved from its favorite place that is within me. For now, it is best for me to assume that everyone have their own Achilles heels and be comforted with that fact.

SAAM.Remembering that one short conversation I had with you.