Maybe the reason why I haven't watched Star Wars yet is not because I'm uninterested to start watching it, but because I'm waiting for someone to watch it with. Maybe a Star Wars geek, particularly.

And he'd tell me jokes with a Star Wars reference and at first I'd blankly look at him, but after watching I'd laugh with him.

Maybe we'd get lightsabers and play with it together.

Maybe, just maybe.

To my future lover:

I hope you won’t get mad at me for leaving tea bags on our apartment sink. Sometimes I get lost in thoughts I forget to clean it up.

I hope you won’t mind that I suddenly wake up at three in the morning. My mind has probably brewed something noteworthy again. Please, get back to sleep. And let me write about how peaceful you breathe.

Please don’t get mad that I excessively stare at you in the most random times; I’m always dumbfounded with your ecstatic beauty—I’ve never seen such beauty like the starlit night sky. Your eyes shout the most soothing melody that the words slipping from your mouth become background noise.

I’m sorry that I get tensed often times, maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or too much caffeine in my system, but I assure you, it’s never about you—I can never have too much of you.

I promise that every letter I write will be infused with your love, and every word will be pervaded with your smoky-vanilla scent and every dot will not be an end, but another beginning. Another chapter. I am the author, and you are my muse. I will write until your name is engraved on my bones.

He said he's used to living in the dark,
That he knows every demon from his past,
That he isn't afraid of dying--let alone being hurt.

And all I could think of was,
WHAT THE ****
How can something so beautiful be so broken,
How can someone so delicate be exposed to culpability.

Let me mend you, with my light.
It's not as bright, but I hope to bring you comfort.
Smother you with lambency,
And lay you down in a bed of reassurance.