Friday, 10 November 2017 @ 10:09 0 stares
remember when we used to spend our night together on a cold rooftop instead of on a warm bed? for some reason, being on the rooftop feels so safe, even if you're not here, i can still feel the warm scent that came from you, your warm, loving scent that you left together on this rooftop with the memories of us. i still remember those moments where we would randomly point out into the sky, telling each other how we saw the stars are connected with one another, forming a pattern that can't be described into words. how about tonight? a group of stars are forming the same yet different pattern that you pointed out a long time ago. some people may think that it's just some normal stars being placed randomly in the night sky, but for me, it's really special. it's reminded me of you- the one that i'm longing for every single day. how are you? tonight was so calming. did you see how beautiful the stars tonight? it's really amazing how we share the same stars and sky every night and every day. if only the moon can starts functioning like a mirror, showing me the reflection of you on the other side of the earth. at least i still can see you that way. i miss your presence. i miss you. i miss our random late night talks. we would never get bored of talking and sharing our feelings and thoughts until it's 3 a.m which is when the stars are bright above. one of your random talk that i'll never forget is when you said something about how we should build a rocket together one day and get out of this place. you said that with a sincere smile plastered on your face- as if you really want to do it. i was so childish at that time and thought it was one of your kid's babble. but now that i think about it again, it actually does have a meaning behind it. let's build a rocket together, blast it up to the sky, stroll around the eternal universe, even without any destination, as long as i have you by my side, then everything will be fine. you know what? now i really want to build a rocket with you. but that just seems so impossible. i can't even meet you. hey when i look into the sky again, it actually reminds me of your sparkling eyes. i would always get lost inside of them. when you're smiling, your eyes would form a crescent-like shape. it's so beautiful that i can't even find a way out. you are like a work of art that deserves to be displayed in the museum. now that i'm thinking of you, i can't help but blush. when are you coming back? it's still so cold even if there's a shit ton of blankets. it would be great if you are here to accompany me again. to keep me warm, and safe inside your embrace.