It was never a misstep to ask for a few,
Even it did feel weird at times yet it was pure and true.  

It was surreal, unimaginable yet joyous times, like a dream.

Such in a graceful dance, how beautiful life is,
For the heart is not mine to dictate,
For the soul is not mine to possess.

Such in a tranquil, a quiet dark room,
Listening to the sounds of nature,
A waterfall fitting into the picture.

Such the state of grateful, in remembrance, in the living memories of sweetness stories, of happy moments, no longer a torment.

For the initials were barriers, for the waves to not destroy the sand castles of bottled feelings.
For the good endings, come into lovely shapes of a smile.

From the bottom of my heart, should I write this to you:

It was a dream that we shouldn't dream of.

It was an idea that we shouldn't think of.

It was a question that we shouldn't answer.

Let it be and let it fly away;

Like nothing happened or let it be real and authentic.

For we hold the keys to the unambiguous reality.

It was nearly winter when,
The dried autumn leaves crumbled,
The laughter of yours warmed me.

Nonchalantly it sounded to me when I realised that as if it was so easy,
Throwing jokes here and there.
Seeing that pretty smile curved away.

It was a cold night accompanied by pocketed hands through the freezing weather, when I realised everything.

It was too late. Too late.

For now, it's getting harder as if distance hurts me badly,
As if the skies are cursing me, away from you.
As if forever means forever and ever, like it never happened.
Like it was a fictional chapter written by a brokenhearted typist,
Seeking banishment from the surface of the world.

It was sad yet happy, for memories lasted more than words and promises.

In between time, have I wondered through dimensions of sacredness.

Between the spaces of unfrozen relic of us.

It was both pure and holy,
Untampered by the cold seas of dark night.

One day, might I lose to the wilderness of nature, to the untamed creatures of worldly beings, will you recognise me?

Every now and then, have my thoughts keep tangling themselves, from nothing to everything, from making sense to nonsensical.
From flowery visuals, vividly in shapes.

It was both pleasure and pain,
Unnamed by the strong winds of feelings.

And one day, might I fall out from these untimely moments, will you be there to save me?

This is the epitome of hopelessness, hoping for mere dreams to become a reality.

Maybe it was a little bit too much, of everything.
Of things said, of us sharing memories.
Of cold hands and happy days.

Maybe it was an old nostalgia,
Of the mix-up synergy,
Of honesty and sincerity.
Of yearning for longevity,
Of hopeful feelings for you.

Maybe the long nights and the short days,
Maybe the sad skies and the broken hearts,
Maybe the uncertainties of life,
Of saying goodbyes.
Of splitting ways and long distances.

Maybe it was merely a dream to live on, to never be awaken from.
Of your sweet smile and hopelessness of me.

Maybe it is just me, overthinking.

As much as I miss the London Tube,
for its grandeur aesthetic,
for its fast-paced movement;

I fear of missing you,
for the way your lips shape up your pretty smile,
for the way your brevity articulates your erudite thoughts,
for the dreadfulness of the warmth,
and the heartbreaks that follow suit.

As much as I fall in love with The City,
for its vintage Victorian era buildings,
for its chaotic hectic way of life;

I fear of falling in love with you,
for your deep meaningful eyes,
for the firmness of your principles and values,
for the dreadfulness of the warmth,
and the heartbreaks that follow suit.

But the fearfulness of life is what makes us humans,
To be in fear, to be wishful, to be hopeful,
To move forward in higher spirits and stronger heart.