And suddenly, we stop talking again.

All those laughters and dramas we shared are now part of the past, our past. Now, I am just a memory on your mind slowly subsiding, slowly fading and will soon to vanish. You might forget every details of me but I treasured you somehow that I have recorded every memories of ours on my…

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Tell me where your heart is.

There will be a time when you’ll miss that place — the place you called home, thousand miles away from the metro. And you are just there, at the 35th floor of the condo, sitting on a white wooden butterfly chair near the edge of the veranda, having a cup of latte that awakens your…

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The wind shrilled and screamed…

.. on a windy Friday night. It was so cold yet we are still sitting on the white sand at the edge of the seashore. I look at my watch and realized it was quarter to 11 PM already yet we are just there admiring the beauty of the different shades of blue that the…

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Love will never be specific…

… for it resides the purity of hearts as we are to someone. Love is not the glammed drama girls get during their sixteenth year, nevertheless the feels of skipping a heartbeat whenever his scent wanders around. Love is not something we get to choose in between, even if it takes fifty pages of a…

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Looking back to two thousand and fifteen…

… we were just stars on crossroads, wandering where our paths would take us. In intertwined fingers and stitched hearts, in screwed up selves and vodkas, in throbbing pain and promises, we were just stars finding our way back to each other. But lately, I’ve realized how my past changed the universe in me. By…

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And, I keep hoping…

… I hope one day you could remember how I am fond of horror movies and thrillers even if you don’t. I hope one day you could remember how we wrote poems that filled the coldness of our void, and how we believed that happy-ever-afters only happen to those who dream on it. I hope…

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If only I could tell you…

… I still dream about constellations that I named before us, making me believe that those are witnesses of a dream-come-true. If only I could tell you, I’ve been waiting for a star to shine just so we can stare at it at the same time, nevertheless the distance we have. And, if only I…

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Fill my soul with the words I longed for before…

… for it matters to me than it matters to you. Caress me, soft and timid I am, hold me in fatality and bruises until your last peck. Show me how to indulge myself in a way that I could recognize my subtle heart no more. Guide me along the tips from the dim void…

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