♥of.book.&.me.♥

I always wanted to have someone who understand me to the bones. My habits,be it good or bad. My sometimes rather twisted complicated thoughts. My passions for weird and crappy thing. My frickle-minded self. My dead sensitive over crappy and silly lil stuff self. Long story short, my everything.

But what happened if you (would actually like to think that you) finally found him?

The one who reads you like a dog-eared open book?

Would you be happy? Would you be glad? Thankful even?

Or scared?

Now how am I supposed to pose with I'm blardy okay attitude(when I'm feeling vice versa) without him knowing it?

Hmpp..

So how now brown cow?

p/s: How scared should I be?