10/01/2018 (7:12 AM)
I just realised that I’ve been writing about the same person for almost five years. The man with wavy hair and curls hanging on his forehead, the one with cigarette butts, the one with warm skin under the sunlight, and of course the one who shares a past. In reality, we don’t talk much, but when we talk, we would go into wormholes and the world would be silenced for a while. I don’t even know why I’m sharing this, I’m just so happy and lucky to have that person present in my life.
Dear universe, please bless him, my forever muse, with your never ending light. In the meantime, I’ll continue to write.