May 27, 2013
If I were given 100pesos every time I refresh your Facebook page, I'd earn enough in a day and may quit my dayjob, and probably live a comfortable life for months. My room smells of strawberries. I am imaging your face now, and how cute you are when you try to talk while lighting a cigarette. The words come out mumbled, you sound like a toothless man, and your face has an orange glow. You are so beautiful sometimes. Most of what I write about you is real, some made-up, some close to reality. None of them you know.