sauntering around the crowd with my eyes 'til i meet the circles of your iris. the next thing i know, i was beaming widely, that seem to tear these each side of my mouth.

the moment when your fingertips brushed against my skin, electricity along with the tubes of my depths flows intensively like a pallet that revives the colors inside me.

the melody of your voice that harmonizes the rhythm of my heartbeat. aggressively, my heart pumps, knocking off the barriers that separate from it and its rumbling blood and flesh, screaming for your name.

terrifying how I’m not in control of my body when i am near with the thumping of your every pulse and anguishing how i’m not having even the slightest consciousness that i should own to avoid these—these feelings that in the first place i shouldn’t possess.

i know that this madness will only lead to the darkness of the void. that the wonders of those windows through your beautiful soul and the cryptic of your flesh that feeds my imagination, will remain inevitably stained like a tattoo or like the accustomed fragrance of tulips you’ve bought when you were eleven.

the only thing that i am for sure that i have control of is my heavy steps that stir from this weakness of hope that i have found only in you —

steps away from you.

I grew up in a household where the topic of love was not frequently discussed.

My father used to give me toys when I was a child, and my mother worked hard to ensure that we had everything we needed to survive.

This made me realize that I wouldn't receive the love I had always desired; instead, I learned to appreciate the love that they knew in their way.

While I may not have fully understood the true meaning of love or experienced its full beauty, I am sure about how I feel when you look at me with those eyes, how your warm hands touch me like a blanket enveloping my soul, and how your presence makes me feel safe and loved.

I’m not one to make grandiose declarations of love, but I know that even if you were to give me toys like my father or do something to help me survive like my mother, I would still know that I truly love you.