"This country is getting so much sickening." said you, while kept holding my body tight.
I told you that our country was not a peaceful place to spend the rest of our lives in. The moral panic and all those prejudices towards marginalized people were beyond words to describe.
"We're not running out of tolerance, we're having lack of literacy, our nation is." said you.
You told me that people should maintain their interest to read books as well as to publicly share their own point of views.
I murmured quietly that it just what it usually was, since the year of Our Prophet was born into this ****** kind of hell aka world.
You closed your eyes gently. I always love seeing your eyes closed. I felt peace in me. It was quiet great to know this kind of feeling exist.
And after all we spent the rest of our times talking about our worries about the future of our country, and the fear of our own future. Yet, some quiet time also spent to tease me talking about my favorite lipstick shades. You said I was a fool for collecting all those stupid make-up kits, so was I. You were right.
We discussed anything except our own certainty. Because the uncertainty we possessed is what keeps us alive.
"Let me hug you."
I said nothing but hugged you even more.
At least I could feel your heartbeat. The life in you, was what amazed me, and still amazes a little soul inside of me.
You should know, with no word to say, all in me murmurs quietly, how mesmerizing it is knowing you are here.
the certain fact is now he's gone.
