I am not sure of what had brought us here. I'm not sure of why we are here rather, but since the sun is almost setting like a sweet candy being swallowed by the ocean,let's stay here like our entire youth's story depends on how we are going to spend the remaining time.
You told me you'll never get tired of falling in love with orange skies and the way it changes to different pleasing colors. Just like how I'll never get tired of falling in love with you and your mysterious soul, you always mystify me with your words and actions. Sometimes I got it right, but most of the time, I got it wrong.
But all the mistakes are beautiful if you're the reason.
I'm always excited of shooting stars and the moon, but when I saw the reflection of the boiling ocean in your eyes,it's screaming perfection and at that moment, I would rather be drowned in them than facing a cold night without the sparks in those orbs.
And I'm jealous of how the afternoon sun is kissing you freely, but friends don't kiss neck and lips and kisses aren't free.
Maybe in this life, I will always be that wolf who craves for the moon.
Like liquors and cigarettes, coffees and cheesecakes, and sugarcoated words, who wouldn't be a sucker of perfect combination?
When you looked at me and the spark is in your eyes, it feels so great and I feel like I'm alive again after being dead and invisible for years.
I don't want to be just your friend. I want to be that someone who gets excited every day to be home because you're there waiting for your reason of living.
