i wanna tell the stars how you shine just like they do. i wanna tell the moon how bright you can be and how dark you can show up, yet i still am fascinated by you — with you, just as how i am with it. i want to speak to the wind about how strong you got me, yet calmness is still intact — you’ve never taken that away from me, and that’s some kind of beautiful thing ever happened. i wanna speak to the clouds and see how they change their types, just as how your mood shifts, yet i’m still into it — still into you. i wanna encounter the rain and be filled with the fear of thunders and shock of lightnings; nevertheless, i’m still staying — storms come and go, and so are your worst times, i’m still staying.
and most of all, i wanna talk to you, much talks, deep chats, gestures of inexplainable feelings; for you and from you. just the pure channel of love, the line extending the space between the two of us, just listening to the lub-dubs and
love is too painful, too tough. after losing you , i don't wanna love, i thought love was supposed to be fun, i was wrong love is painful, sad , hard, joyful. and there's happiness, how i'm i supposed to get that