megal0mania

 

Processes. It's something I discovered about myself lately. I don't seem to care a lot about end results, it's the process that intrests me most. I didn't care about what would come out off that night. What I cared about was the process; how in mere three hours we turned from complete strangers to two connected people that could communicate, quite clearly, with their eyes from across the campfire, and how, two hours later, we were lying under the stars, discussing issues, and finishing each other's sentences. I only saw Z. the next morning before I left, and never saw her again to this day. I don't even have her phone number. But that's a

hope nothing breaks.... -- mm