I told meh meh that strawberries tasted like your lips. I am not lying.
I shouldn't be so depending on him, actually. But it is hard to do so.
If I am too independent, he'll feel that he wasn't necessary for me.
But when I am too clingy, even me gets tired of myself.
The point is about balance. But what is the equilibrium of love and how to achieve it?
The strawberries had some beautiful red luster on it. It has kind of a sheen on the surface.
We had those berries on the car. And we stopped the car to take a photo of those beautiful fruits.
The surface is so succulent that when you press it, juice will explode out from the fruit.
The car was filled with real strawberry smell... which really reminds me of love...
I hope every thing will turn out to be better for my Meh.
I feel unhappy to see him being so trapped.
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