A beautiful Thai girl I met in a hostel in Santorini. The story has nothing to do with her. I just randomly wrote the small paragraphs last year, after a Sociology course.
She finally went home, and lightened up a cigarette. The tobaccos is from an island of Greece. Santorini. She doesn't really like smoking, but there are always some moments that she really wants to freeze. The finest method is to look at the rising smoke in the air. So beautiful and surreal, but no matter how much you want to catch the smoke, it would eventually disappears...softly and tenderly, like the feeling of his tongue kissing her nipples. She just love looking the fade-out effects of smoke. Good things happen. But they go away, because good things always go away.
The feeling is lighter than what she has imagined. Once upon a time she believes the most beautiful morality is the virginity of love relationship. Yet after those years, especially when she undergone some betrayals, she has acknowledged the fact that morality is something abstract- and probably is something you would probably lost after college. Isn't it sad? she asked herself. It is not actually sad- when she understands the uncertainties happen in everyone's life. She needs to bear risk too. Everyone needs to bear risk when you love someone.
