I still remenbered the feeling when his lip got to my lip.I tried to get him away,but I couldn't stop drinking in the sensation.Maybe it wasn't love,but it was really soft.He had never be that tender to me--but we knew,everything would be just as what had never happened--that was really the fact the other day.

He just give me a sight,but why I feel so high?

Every day,I spend a lot of time in changing and matching clothes before the mirror .I always wonder whether it's a waste of time or the joy of life.

Welcome to my space.I'm Azure,but call me Bunny.