9:21 PM, 05/18/15

           Different. That’s what you are. Surely, there isn’t anyone who is like you. Though I have nothing; I am empty, but at this moment I don’t need anything else. I stopped from pacing around and I surprisingly found myself in a garden, full not of flowers, but of thorns. That’s basically how it is like; that’s how my world looks like when you are not around.

           Your delicate hands that holds me and makes me feel I’m something fragile that should be taken good care of; your glistening brown orbs that tells thousands of stories your mouth couldn’t muster to speak of. You, who were once the center of my everything, now vanished into some kind of memory. It has been awhile. And I try so hard not to break apart as my heart couldn’t stop beating at the thought of seeing you again. 

           Calling out your name became something that I have grown of habitually, and something I unknowingly find myself grinning from ear to ear whenever I do so. And that’s when I finally realized myself running back to your arms because I don’t want anyone else but you.