A dreamer

I have stumbled on this on the google front page. It struck me like a thunder. This was our dream, remeber those days that we hold our hands walking down the street in Beeston, which are packed with old peopel. From time to time, we saw some really old couple holding their hands and go shopping, I kept tellin myself, we will be like that. When we are really old, Cat and Bear will proudly holding their paws and walk down the street and make the wolrd jealous about our close bond and happiest life.

It turns out this can only be naive bear's wildest dreams. Maybe after reading this blog, you start to feel that Bear is not the mature guy that you thought you know, or you might even feel that I am so naive childish and glad that you have make the right move by leaving bear. But I can no longer hold all these thoughts to myself, they are driving me crazy. My head is like a ballon being pumped with all these dreams.

I am a dreamer, full of dreams. But untill today, I didn't realise these dreams are so fragile, they are just like bubbles blow from the soaps, even the weakest wind will blow it away and are easily breaks...

But, you will always be in my dream, my dearest cat, you wil be in my dream forever.

Have a good dream tonight, hopefully this big white bear will try to funny stuff and make you laugh ...

Sweet Dreams... My baby Cat