Literature
Night
Night
Nobody knows how I love this time. Its already past midnight and Im walking outside, thinking about some things. Only me and my thoughts
Im remembering my friends, what adventures we had, how much we had fun for every little silly thing, and if we had disagreements, it was not important actually. And now Im realizing that I miss them really much. I want to see them again, listen to their voices and, most of all, look to their eyes, because eyes tell us more than words can ever say. Why am I realizing it just now? Dont know
Maybe Im stupid? Possible
Or I didnt value them wh