Come across.

You.

Comment allez-vous.

Wie geht’s.

How do you do.

You.

As I listen to the raindrops falling on the windowpane, I can’t seem to verbalise all the things I need to spill out.

The idea of worse times returning deteriorated the state of my body.

My escape attempt has done nothing to subdue the hysteria rising up inside me.

I’ve got all my time down the drain, just so you could get the picture of how ravishing you are.

You.

I didn’t realise until now how starved I’ve been for human closeness.

Less sense of love, more of intense pain burrow down to the layers of my skin.

I wish it would’ve condensed, so the wounds will scab over straight away.

Happiness, is just a complete absurdity at this point.

It might not even have felt any different for you, maybe it’s time knowing the brief amount of time we have felt.

You.

Are the very embodiment of hope when there’s no hope.

As I wadded across the flowing stream of the water just to see a glimpse of you, I feel something close to elation, and I let myself savor it.

Wondering what would’ve happened if the word separation doesn’t exist?

You.

During the bitter wakeful hours of the night, feeling wretched, in tatters of how the slightest bit of memory scattered all around me.

From simply-concised words to perplexing ones.

The day you taught me how to use the very basic of english.

See how much I have improved?