“I don't think I could ever write anything again. Maybe I can write about you?” I carefully peeked through the book I was reading just to barely see a couple emotions passed by your beautiful face while you watched television. Then, before you'd even meet my eyes, I have went back into reading the book you've recommended me on one hot afternoon during our chat in telegram. “Don't just focus about me. As I've told you before you are a great writer and everything you make will always be beautiful no matter the subject.” The tone of your voice sounded as firm as your belief like always and even at the face of uncertainty towards my writing career, it made me smile no less. ‘You never come short of giving me the boost I needed.’ I have finally set the book down after I confessed to my woes and just like when you knew there was something that bothered me before we went to bed, your slender fingers have found their way to my face and gently nestled there. “I know what you're capable of and I believe in your talent. I am always a fan of your works.” I felt like a kid under your warm gaze that I easily melt further inside when you planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I chuckled though, right after I saw your adorable puckered lips which was the sign that I must return your little gift. So, with my full height towering over, I pulled you in a brief but sweet kiss.