Couple days ago I woke up at 4 in the morning, find myself lost in my own thoughts.
It’s not about an extraordinary thing, but the word extraordinary itself.
A perspective.
Start from a conversation with my old friend Tasya in the night before.
We talked about her personal love life experience.
She had a deeply crush on a guy that she never seen before back in high school.
I once thought that it kind of silly.
How could you?
Normal people would like to have someone that they could see, touch,
I mean, how can you be sure that this guy doesn’t even exist?
Maybe it just a friend that plays joke on you, I told her.
But still she was so sure about what she feels.