At exactly 3:15 in the morning under the soft blanket that gives me warmth, inside this dark room that gives me freedom, I'm still thinking of you.
I'm thinking about the first time we met, and the first time we talked. The very first time we held each others hands, until the time that you kissed my lips.
Under this blanket, I can't stop thinking about you. Your long straight hair, and your perfectly made face. From your eyes to jaw, you give beauty to my sight.
With the warmth of this cold night, I remember your hands whenever yours touching mine. Those intertwined fingers, I can't help but smile. The little moves of your thumb makes me giggle, I don't want that moment to end.
The soft feeling of this fury thing, seems like mimicking your love. Comfortable grip to my body, synonymous to your hugs.
Oh how I miss those times. From forehead kisses, down to my nose, eyes, cheeks, and to my lips.
I still remember the day when you're trying to wake me up. With your lips touching mine, I consider it as a dream. A dream that contradicts my fear whenever I'm thinking of the possibility that one day I might lose you.
At this exact moment, I am thinking the very best thing about you.