You are not my 2 AM thought—the one I dream when I fall asleep or the one who keeps me wake for days. Instead, you're my 8 PM thought, when my head's as clear as the sky at 4th of July.
You're not my favourite song—the one I blast on the stereo on our way home. But instead you're all the song that I accidentally play on a rainy November. The unfamiliar one, but the one I'm willing to listen.
You're not the starry sky on the summer night—you're beauty is not exquisite, it is not glowing and it's nothing to compare to. But instead, you're the aurora I'm dying to see on the pole. And when you laugh, God, I swear all the colours burst into the night sky. All at once.
Time may not be our allies.
And this, maybe is not our time.
But you need to know that;
I'll always find you in every single song I listen to, because you're my melody and though I do not know much about the future, but maybe one day, there will come a time where I could be a part of your song again—to complete the rythm that you once made. And I hope, when the time comes, our tune will blast through the stereo as we drive on every single road that we used to share. Reminiscing the day when we were young and foolish—when I choose somebody else over you.
And on that time, I'll never be able to thank you enough for being kind and patient—for waiting for me to find my way back to you.
And if I ever felt like home to you; it was; because you're safe with me.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
De Todoand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
