There’s a certain point in the night—probably the simple culmination of watching my expectations for that day shift or get abandoned altogether—where pretty much anyone starts to look like someone I could spend time with. It’s just that night doesn’t last forever, and I might feel differently later. So which is reality—the hope you have during the day, or the understanding you have at night that your day dreams might just be a way of getting through that day?
金髪わき毛日本一
