I couldn't count how many cards I've thrown just to create a perfect one, I've scattered the letters and words I mustered just to find the right word that is convenient to what I feel.
Companionship? Platonic? Amity? Camaraderie?
I was called a logophile for being a lover of words, but where do words go when I needed them the most?
I've taken dozen of caffeine, thrown blank papers into the trash because I don't feel myself anymore.
What exactly is the word I've been seeking for?
What does Noah Webster hadn't recognize?
I've brought numerous dictionaries from a different brand and as soon the words started dancing in my pitch-black eyes, It made me more, devastated for I still couldn't find the word that could water your flower.
Metaphors, simile, hyperbole, metonymy, and many more figure of speech that I've perfectly used but why is it, now that I'm struggling to find a word to conveniently describe what I have felt the moment I think of you.
Vague but Rapid
Fleeting but excessive
What is it?
My heavy sigh bothered my grandmother and query me curiously, she asked why am I devastated, what's confusing me.
I cannot answer for I don’t even know why
“What's was the word that comes to your mind when you’re with her?”
Right from that moment, as the sun left to welcome the moon and the stars started to twinkle, my mind rewinded to the view of that very special girl I've met six years ago.
“Ethereal,”
Her eyes were the missing stars of my galaxy, her hair was the perfect silk goddess Athena failed to seek, her cheery lips were the temptation every man should avoid in being able to not repeat Adam’s sin. Her flesh was the epitome of the unrecognized goddess—Ethereal
“Love,”
I'm being sealed with love that I don't recognize pain when I'm with her, It's like my garden is filled with blooming red-colored roses with no fence but still, protected. Hearts with every shade of pink were everywhere and as soon as her soft palm collide to mine. I know, this is—Love
“Euphoria,”
88 constellations are recognized by The international astronomical in contemporary astrology. I've always dreamed to be an Astronaut, I want to see the other planets that are not here in our galaxy (The Milkyway) the stars, the aliens, and other more astronomical things, but, when I first saw you, five years ago, June, Monday afternoon, my dream came true at once. The stars in your eyes completed me, the electricity in your body awakens the soul in me. You painted me yellow and blue, You became the word that complemented my poetry. The voice that I needed to sing my composed song—it's Euphoric—because of you.
Thank you for existing.
