Sexene
Dear Kie,
I watched a movie earlier ago. It’s called the scenes of sexual nature. I never really thought it was about love. In many ways, it reminded me of you. It’s quiet impossible to forget the feeling we once had. It’s the most wonderful feeling, actually and it would always move me.
I would relate every inch of love with the moments we shared. I could not tell if they were actually real back then or what left of us now, but the rush and the times when I wrinkled my nose in glee stirred clear happiness. I was happy. We were happy, and I always felt how I meant the world to you. We dreamt together. I wondered if we just woke up then realized we were just a dream. We were in a dream. But if we were just the sandman’s imagination, I would not want to wake up.
It really wouldn’t matter if I still love without you. Love has its own ways. It could morph, personify, disguise, lie, grow, and however it would be as it has become throughout time. My passion didn’t dwindle, not for a second. I always admitted that I doubted you, I doubted us. I was scared because when we were together, love became so conditional. It ruined my idea of perfect affection.
I could last forever just loving you. My tears each day would fall in gladness. Sadness has been gone for awhile, and promised me I would only cry happily. Always remember that you fulfilled my wish in love. It could hurt once in awhile, but I would always smile and gaze at the sky, which you told me that it has been always blue. And when the saltwater crept into my skin, I would feel you calling me baby in the middle of the night.
I would never stop even it would mean everything otherwise. If this could be true love like how you said so, then let me have this forever… even if it would mean being without you. [ November 14, 2007, 2:00 PM ]
Sunbathing in my room,
Cielo
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