Definition of Life and Memories.

Today in class, without your knowing, I’ve been converging my sights into you, for a very long while, boring I would not say, but interesting was a more suitable word for me to use.

You smiles melted my heart, it disfigured my heart and shaped it to a real heart shape, where only you and I know the best how does it looks like.

I fostered the passion with a little bit more imagination, picturing the footsteps of us hovering over the floor we used to walk together, hand holding hand, feeling the warmth of your palm, together reconcile a love we hope for with the prayers of the blinding sun rays, as a witness of our ignited love.

Your look, innocent but devilish, where I could never comprehend what you’re going to tell me next, could it be a myriad of love letters through the love particles surrounding us? Or could it be a deafening, but gentle curse?