I saw him there, painting. The paints had spread on his white shirt, he was smiling while making his masterpiece. He saw me, he looked at me and smiled broadly. As he approached I also slowly backed away from him.
["Is it pretty?" I smiled at him and nodded, I grabbed his waist and kissed him. "You're prettier, Sunoo" I said and kissed him again]
"Jay, are you okay?" I close my eyes, not expecting tears to fall in there. Cause sometimes I look in his eyes and that's where I find a glimpse of us.