i was searching for you in a shopping mall.....you were with a gang of friends, they insulted me they said soemthing that i couldn remember be it was hurtful...and you stood there, waited ,and said nothing.
i had a voicemail from you, i listened and your voice goes"i have a major communication breakdown with you, so that's it, i wont call you anymore.."
That doesnt sounds like you, at all...you spoke to me in American English, how could that be? i met you somewhere else again, hoping you will explain something...but you saw me and walked passed .....and i woke up , i became hysterical and cried and look for my phone. It was 5:00am in the morning, and i called you, panting....
" it was jsut a bad dream"
" pls dont let it come true..."
" no i wont let it come true"
really?

...when the little prince get back to B612, what will happen if he see his beloved rose,not being eaten by sheep, not sicken by the winds, but simply wilted......does he not know that flowers do wilt regarless of their beauty?