But as the moments pass by, sweet becomes bitter; light becomes dark, as I now see your full fury unleashed. It has affected everyone; affected me it has, too. I could only cower, hoping that this stage is momentary. And as hoped, it was.
I watch the steam dissipate into what lured me to you: into a stage which made me love you. At the end, I reached out to you and then embraced you, wishing that this stage will last forever.
As a student, many would wish so: but your cycle must go on and that I accept. And so, I closed my eyes, last watching you smile with much cool.
And then I wake up again, once again, to a beautiful you.
Semenyih mornings are beautiful.
* a more meaningful post from me next time, hopefully (: *
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