You never realised did you. Me standing there, uttering in the mist. Praying silently that luck befalls on you. It seems to me that it's been going well.
I don't wish to be recognised. I prefer the backdrop actually. Coz' it's where I feel most comfortable.
I love the way you smile when things happen. I love the way you ramble on about everything. I love to just listen and look at you in the eyes.