I like how your scent became irresistible to my senses.

Even when I was walking right next to you, that fresh kind of aroma from your clean shirt and minty breath when you speak slowly strummed the strings of my heart.

It made a beat with a roaring sound.
It was loud that it pounded against my chest.
You became a song of love to my racing heartbeat.

We were standing under the dark skies.
The clouds were crying.
It was raining.

The air was humid.
It brushed off against my pale cheeks.
I couldn’t breathe.

The rain didn’t stop, but my Sun was standing beside me.
He was calm and warm.
His touch was gentle though it burned my racing heartbeat.

Under the glowing moonlight, I knew he shined the brightest.
His stare felt like I could melt in his arms anytime.

He gave me the chance to feel something beautiful for the first time. Something good, something sweet that I couldn’t put into words.

A beautiful memory.
Unspoken.
Untouched.

When I met you, my vision got blurry and I was hysterical for a second.
I snapped and giggled.

“Slow motion” I only thought of that feeling as imaginary, like how I saw it in movies and read it in novels.

I was mesmerized by your charms that it made me breathless for awhile.
You were real, I was wide awake but it felt like a dream.
I realized then how my heart speaks about you.

He wanted to go to the mountains and breathe in peace with a cup of coffee to witness the beautiful sunrise.

She wanted to go far away and drown into the waters for she loved the sea. A place where she can relax and adore the sunset.

Your “I miss you” were drowned deep to wine & beer.
My ears were drunk with all the words that poured in, it was intoxicating to hear.

I want to hear you speak,
Your voice is my favorite kind of sound that my heart wants to keep.

I can imagine how charming you are when you say those words like, “I miss you” and “Good night”.
It’s my only weakness that I cannot fight.

I hope that alcohol won’t wash away your memory. If it does, you know that I will still take the things that has been washed away.

It will become an unspoken treasure to me.

He is my sea and aurora.

He is my sea.
He cannot express not unless the waves within him are out of control.
Just like the sea, its crushing sound gives me warmth.
He calms my heart.

He is my aurora.
In spite of him being the yang to my yin self,
he is calm, gentle and beautiful.
Just like the colorful sky,
he takes my breath away.