I remember that I used to have a dream of the girl that I love.
The image was very unclear. I remember she is very pretty and very pure. She has a smile that can light up a room. Very tough on principle yet very kind with the needies and elderly, especially with women.
I remember how she ignores me and how much I hurt when I got ignore. But she is still my princess, my dearlin.
I can never forget her face and how she talks to me everyday. I am sick alright. Sick for her. Sick for love.