Description
I wanted to know all the answers... I want to know how and why I came to be the person I am. I always had this dream of a boy I don't know and I can't see his face, but his eyes are the only thing that I know of. It is the colour of a magneficent mixture of pastel blue, pink and purple... the colour of the galaxy. I have grown quite attached to this mysterious boy in my dream and in the latter part of it, i had grown quite attached to the boy itself. But then again, will I ever wake up happy? He's only a dream, but he seems so real.. it felt like I have been there and i have touched and cupped that boy's face in my hands and feel him gently As he gaze into my eyes. What am I saying? It's a dream.. not a reality... But it feels like a broken memory. And now that he appeared in front of me, I feel torn knowing that why... Why couldn't he remember me? (Art Cover by Me)
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