… how your lips told me stories of happy-ever-afters after a hurricane. Today is when I’ll forget your smiles that showed me a magical world behind the roaring thunders. Today is when I’ll forget how I felt comfort in your hands for the first time in lightyears and how your eyes trapped me in a summertime dilemma. Today is when I’ll forget everything about you. But tomorrow, dear. My tomorrow could be different then.
Because tomorrow is when I’ll miss you and write again.