June, 6
The first time I met you after the world always feels like a heavy thing to go through. You speak to me with your eyes, you make me forget about the world. and then suddenly we just here, drawn into each other.
Your words linger on my mind like a nebula that takes me deeper into your space. Your warmth and your thoughts about me make me flattered and see my self as a new whole person.
We change our taste and opinion about each other, how we see the world, how we love pieces of music, how we adore each other. You, with your psychological thriller’ genre. We just can't run out of topics and you are so patient listening to my shit about the world.
You love me so hard, that start to makes me wonder, in this short amount of time, how we are able to feel something like this. Your touch and your magnet and your silly smile.
I feel alive again. You make me wanna do something better again. Who knows, I can feel this kind of feeling again, after all the hurricane and after all the numb.
Somehow I find it silly how people could really matter, and how the world change after one's simple arrival. Thanks for coming to my life, D! Really like a white light and enlightenment on my long dark tunnel.
June, 15.
