Oblivion!

  And when the whole world falls apart,  I will still love you, for you mean something I can never let go.  Oh my beloved,  I would gladly wait for you to show me your cruelty,  a hollow sparse hope of nothing but just a glimpse of you, for I see you in ice-cream shops,  in rainy evenings,  in cafe rooftops,  for I see you in bits and pieces,  a complete ghost.  Oh my beloved,  to be the muse, to be the art,  to be the air you breathe, to be the light you see. But I am just a shadow,  and you pass by me, a stranger I stand.  A stranger who loves you.

  And I hope that when love finds me, it looks at me the way I look at my dreams. I remember when someone told me to go look at the moon because no matter how far we were, the sky was the same, and thus, we would be watching the same moon. I find it funny how one loses so much sense when one loves. Love, to me, always felt like a gentle breeze of the wind, someone remembering that I like my coffee black, someone cooking a bowl of hot noodles because I felt like it. Love, to me, always felt like little moments, of how seeing a rollercoaster would remind them of me, how they would think of me when buying a book, perhaps, even asking me for a recommendation. Love, to me, is when someone sees the sunburnt face of mine and laughs hysterically just because I told them not to. It's when someone makes an extra cup of tea without asking because they already know. Love, to me, is when things slowly fall into place, and when you pour your heart out just for that sake. I guess I particularly r...