… 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…
Read moreAnd, 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…
Read moreIf 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…
Read moreOne day, you’ll be walking into a café…
… and bump someone in an instant. There he is, smiling like pinpricks of stars fused together. And on the next day, you will see yourself on the same café waiting for him to bump you on the second time around, or probably until lightyears go and fade. You expect him to be there, smiling…
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