Days like that, weeks like this.

Nothing will ever replace alone time watching the history boys while the sky slowly turns from yellow to various shades of pinky purpley. Or time spent with the girls every single day during our 4-freakin-hours break or dreaming about the people i dream about. The rain still falls and somehow the number of sniffs in lecture increase. And we just walk around looking for old faces and wishing we were boys cos damn we'd be better men.

and i might just be in love with boys whose names are 5 letters, weird isn't it.