I like a man who always comes in my dreams every night with a rose, and a warm smile that is so comfortable to see. Our hands always dangled holding each other through a strange forest shrouded in thick fog. My feelings are not at all afraid of the darkness that roams around me, as if its existence makes me brave to face the fear that has been eating away at me.1039Please respect copyright.PENANATGdhQzUCY2
I secretly started to like him, the mysterious man who has appeared in my dreams for the past six years. I, Diana Rebecca, this woman who is often called poor, finally feels happiness that maybe I never imagined before.1039Please respect copyright.PENANAGwCW9hxNy2
My heart is determined to protect him, the feelings I have subconsciously towards a figure that may never exist in my life in the real world. However, I always look forward to it, that mysterious man to appear in front of me directly with a rose like he usually does in my dreams.