I will never forget that day. It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon. You are wearing a blue T-shirt and your cute, goofy smile. Me? A good girl faith on a white dress that slightly exposed my shoulders.
That moment is the very moment that you became my words. Right there and then, you owned all my words.
You became every word of my poetry.
You became every line of my short stories.
You became every metaphor and every simile.
Almost every night, after we kiss each other good night, I'll grab the notebook beside my bed and start to write our memories down. Because I know, I won't be able to sleep without putting these overwhelming thoughts and feelings into papers.
You became the lullaby that sends me off to Dreamland to dream only the sweetest dreams. Both of us can't really sing. But we were crazy, happy, and so... in love.
I feel safe when you're holding me in your arms. It felt really good, the way your fingers fill the spaces of mine. I feel so much secured whenever you're near to kiss the top of my head. I will never ever forget the first time that we kissed. Because kissing you is like... tasting stars. I'll never forget the long walks, too. The late night talks. The sweet I love you's. And the random I miss you's.
Those little moments became the reason why I am writing. Every piece that I wrote? They were all written for you. They were all written because of you. Because of us. Every single piece is kept in a red, velvety box. They are the living evidences of our love.
But Baby, somewhere we went wrong. I believe we have tons of reasons but we chose not to find them.
Despite of all these things that happened, your cute, goofy smile on that sunny Wednesday afternoon, is my favorite part. You're still the other half of my broken and shattered heart.
Every line, every word, every metaphor, and every simile that I am writing, that I will write, and has written... are all for you.
You make me write the best pieces. But Baby, you make me write the worst ones, too.