flower-boy-neighbor

Naezekra:

I hate winter. In the spring, summer, and autumn your window is always open…so there’s a fragrance that comes from your room, Really… there’s a herb scent. And at night, I can smell the aroma of fresh rice and the breeze that comes from the fluttering of your curtains. And on rainy days, you reach your hand outside … and touch that falling rain I feel that you are right beside me. I just… want to be by your side for a very long time.