Among all facemasks I wear,
   that one special facemask is my favorite.
It oozes with a feeling of love & care,
   so unique that I find it rare.

Among all handkerchiefs that are given to me,
   that one special handkerchief is my favorite.
It smells of calm and sweet love,
   ****, I miss that special one.

I smell like you, today
   and I love it.

It's as if you're on my side
   calming my restless soul.

One morning, we're at the farthest and quietest green place we dream once
Both of our hair almost turn silver
We retire earlier than the rest as we used to wish
While our two kids are in civilized cities, on their own, the way we raise them
We must have done all our missions in life at this point
We're holdings hands while overlooking the sea from the top view of a mountain where we built our retirement home
Not too near, nor too far from the marketplace where we can buy our favorite snack
I am now a good cook at this stage, no burnt rice and overcooked egg
I can now plant and sow vegetables in the backyard
I still like all of your touches, from my head down to the tip of my fingers
I still tap your back while we hug, which you like
We still laugh at our corny lines and enjoy sharing stories from our encounters with our friends
Our favorite N joke, shows we watch
the way you smell, the way I don't smell,
the way we sleep
the way you ask questions
the way we are different but still want to be by each other's side while we rest, eyes closed waiting for sunrise.

I wish to be "the girl who leapt through time" and meet you at some point, once again;

When you say, "You're prettier when it's raining" as my hair gets drenched by the rain;

When you kiss the back of my hand and I try to keep still and stop my heart from a panic;

When you adorably take the seat beside me when we watch tournaments;

When...I guess I need to stop now, I'm not running but I feel like I'm chasing you;

And I'm tired and sad, but these memories keep haunting me;

I may resent time because it breaks our ties before it bonds us;

Thank you for the good memories, my first love;

I need to give up now, "I am not the girl who can leap through time".

The best time to daydream is when the day is good;
That has been the case for me, I think;
It's a Saturday morning when I choose to take a walk;
And I do this as if no one's behind or ahead of me.

I gaze at the sky with clouds that's been always pretty;
I play the music & put my earphones on;
I smile 'cause the music matches my mood;
Geez, this day's so good, I said to myself.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not thinking deeply of anything;
Or anyone when I daydream;
I let my head rest, feel the good feeling;
Move my feet in rhythm & smile (for you, yes this might be boring).

Hay, I am writing this to have a good night's sleep;
Hey there, I wish you have one too;
Don't let Monday blues stop you;
Sleep well and be happy tomorrow.

The most romantic moment to me was when time let our eyes met while it slowly stopped;

"How to like you?"
It pops while I wait for my coffee to brew.
Will it be as sweet as brown sugar?
Will it be as pure as the creamer in the jar?