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Taking the world.
I want to take on the world with you; side by side, hand in hand, as long as I’m in your close by proximity and able to hear your gentle harmonious breath, one after another; like how a wave on a deserted beach crashes upon one another.
Let’s travel the world; discovering the smallest details of things we have always wanted to see or visit. We could run our fingers along the engravings of a memorial you want to see, or reach the top floor of the Eiffel Tower and inhale an aroma that creates a state of bliss, a euphoric sense of freedom.
While days turn to nights, we’ll not only just learn the beauty of the land we are on, but also the beauty of what we both share. The feeling of what we get when we look into each other’s eyes. The warmth of our love in which we both indulge ourselves in.
And as each day passes, we conquer something the world could and will never seize; the undying love we have for each other.
So love, take my hand, and let’s run off to anywhere. An empty beach, a vast cornfield, the top of a mountain even; just anywhere where we can be alone, just us two, as if we were the last two people on Earth. And once we reach whichever destination you decided on, we’ll jump into the air, and we’ll see the whole world below us - metaphorically of course. And then, I’ll finally feel infinite, for I am with you, the love of my life, ready for whatever may come our way, with you by my side.
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Throwback.
Girl your stare, those eyes I, love it when you look at me baby.
Your lips, your smile I, love it when you kiss me baby.
Your hips, those thighs I, love it when you thug me baby.
And I can’t, deny I, love it when I’m witchu baby.
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We went from something amazing, to the seemingly impossible.
It was perfect. Our love, it was unbreakable - at least, it seemed like it. As I focused all my attention on you walking away, our last conversation replays back in my mind, and our final moment of this so called thing named “love” that we shared, vanishes away.
I asked you questions, plenty of them, so I could know why. Why you were doing this to me, why you wanted to leave without an explanation, why you hurt me, and mostly, why you wasted all this time with me, just to hurt me in the end.
You replied with short answers, all in a tone that was obvious that you were bored out of your mind - you wouldn`t even look at me. No words would come out of your mouth, unless I asked you a question. It were as if I was forcing words to spill out your mouth, and no matter how hard I tried to make the simplest questions sound complex, all I got in return was a one-word replies.
When I got irritated of the silence we were sharing, I asked you if you were going to say anything. All you did was shake your head no. That made me fully grasp the fact that this was over, and we were done. Officially done.
My concluding words to you were, “I guess this is goodbye..”. And you sat there, nodding your head yes. I caught a glimpse of sadness in your face, your eyes - but maybe I was just lying to myself, hoping that you felt at least a bit broken.
You looked at me, and you could tell that I was trying my best to hold back my tears. You hugged me goodbye one last time, and I felt warm. The good kind of warm you feel when you`re finally snuggled up in your bed after walking through the snow, or the kind of warm you get on a beautiful day that touches your heart. And when you let go, it felt like I walked through a niveous mountain. You stood up, and traversed away.
I now sit here, still trying to hold back my tears, I start to think about all our memories, the good and the bad. How I loved your smile, your voice, your laugh, all your flaws, how I loved you with all your insecurities, and how I still do love you. Then I stop, and I think to myself, “what if this is all my fault..”.
I go back, and retrace my steps. I rationalize where I could of gone wrong. But wait, there`s nothing - because I never did anything wrong. I loved you, with all that I could. I put you first, and you always insinuated that it was never enough - at least from my point of view.
I look back, and I witness that you`re still walking. Others would always say, “Oh, he doesn`t deserve you” or “He`s hurt you so many times, don`t let him back”. And every single time, I let you back in because I loved you. Because I was so in love with you. But sitting here, I`m starting to realize something:
All your lies were right in front of me the whole time, I just didn`t want to believe it - your love, it blinded me from the truth that you were hurting me this whole time.
And as cliche as this sounds, with every step you take, it feels as if you`re taking bits of my heart along with you.
In the end, our love for each other are on two different levels, like a bunk bed - except mine`s at the top, and your`s is at the bottom.
(Source: xrikachu)
As the final days of Summer creeps away, the weather becomes crisp.
The mornings start to become invigorating. The leaves adapt to this new setting, and alter into vibrant, effulgent colors. They slowly fall off the branches, moved by a tranquil breeze. Like a mild afternoon - it`s serene. And as the time passes, the ground is covered by a blanket of leaves. And those leaves that you step upon, it crackles, creating a mellifluous noise - that crunch beneath your feet.
The appearance of others change, just like the colors of the leaves. The summer fashion, will go, and we can all keep warm in knitted sweaters and boots. We can all cuddle up in a creamy, cozy blanket, and take a sedating sip of a warm cup of milk-tea. We can smell the bucolic setting wafting through the air - the smokey bonfires, apple trees, and the fragrance of spices. We can taste the scent of delicious, palatable homemade meal. We can even feel the aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg indulging into our skin, leaving us the emotion of warmth hospitality.
And finally, we can say Autumn has arrived.- Marika Cheng
