You.

Back then, i didn’t know that I would heal.
I would be alive again.
I would be human again.
But you came, you changed me.
You changed my perspective about life,
you changed my smile―it grew bigger.
You changed my cold heart―it is warmer now.
You changed the way I hug someone,
the way I kiss someone.
I kiss you the way the sun kisses the earth,
warm and full of life.
But there’s one thing you didn’t change,
the way I love someone.
The way I care about them,
the way I give them my whole heart.
You have never changed that, and you said
“the way you love someone is
the most perfect way―of perfectness― the way human love someone.” Thats what you said.
After that, I can’t stop loving you.
Loving you perfectly, loving all of your flaws,
loving the way you sleep, loving the way you laugh.
You sleep like a baby through the night.
You laugh too much when something hilarious happen.
I live for that beautifulness, babe.
I can’t stop―and I don’t want to― loving your confused face when you wake up,
loving your embarassed face when you fart,
loving your childish side when you want me to cuddle you.
I really can’t stop loving when I kiss your lips, your nose, your neck, your hair, your dimple, your everything.
I kiss you whole heartedly. I kiss you with all my life, all my love and all my lust.
I kiss you ‘cause your lips demands me to kiss you.
It hurts me so much when I can’t kiss you,
your lips is more addict than drugs and nicotine or alcohol.
I kiss you ‘cause your lips is an open door to enter the universe,
the whole blue sky, the blueness of the pacific ocean.
Your lips is an open door to the eternity time,
the forevers and limitless,
where time doesn’t even exist.