"Which part of me do you like the most?"
I asked while I'm playing the grass where we lay down.
"Why did you suddenly ask me that?"
I shifted.
The wind blows.
Sunlight brushed my face.
Now it's cold.
The skies dark above us.
"Nothing. I just want to know."
I looked up.
I want to touch the sky.
I smiled and looked over at someone beside me.
"I like your eyes."
I nodded.
"And why?"
I heard the heavy breathing.
"I like your eyes because I feel like I always knew those eyes. Whenever I look at them, I can't help but to be lost in wilderness."
I giggled at the explanation.
"Which part of me do you like the most?"
The sky is blue above.
Now it's warm.
Sunlight hugged me.
My hair is dancing with the wind.
"I will always like those eyes. Without them, I will be losing myself in nothingness."
I closed my eyes.
Soft thing kissed my cheek.
Salt tears escaped my eyes.
Soft sob became loud.
"How can I let you go if your memories always follow me?"
