i miss those ivory keys already.
i’m not looking for a fairytale.
i don’t want a prince.
i want a farmer.
one who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and callused from all the hard labour just to earn a few pennies.
not a boy but a man.
not someone who doesn’t have a sense of time.
not someone who dismiss good fortune and doesn’t appreciate enriching difficulties.
so you get what i mean?
i need someone whom i can respect.
and who respects me in return.