Status: I can be you, you can be all.

Tears-Seen:Unseen

Range

Have you ever noticed the potatoes, when enter the knife almost to the end and exit it for another cut into?
That is the situation when my brother asked, "Do you like this boy?".
I tried to remember those cut which I did to fry spicy potatoes. There was something similar.
"Yes, I like him. I have not selected any range. I just wish to cry before him when get hurt."

His laugh made me laugh too.

One evening some family friends bade me goodbye, saying; "Your smiles remain same."
I found something better at goodbye. I touched my eyes as it started betraying me.