Why can´t life be like a love story? Why in the stories your platoni love stays with you, they find you, and no matter what the world bring upon you, you find your way?

And I? I just end up standing seeing how he/she goes with the jerk, with the one who never cares for her. I end up looking at the sun, the moon, the stars, the rain... they never turn you down. But I don´t give up hope so easily, someone is out there... for every broken there is an unment...hang in there.

If only... if only...

Quick doodle I made beeing in class, so...yeah, It´s not perfect, but I did my best, hope you enjoy :) And hey! Good to see you back! In case anyone at all sees me, I took a looooooong break, but I´m back baby, ooooooh I´m BACK