Love screams every letter of your name.

Love was a saint, an angel, a divine that was sent down to look out for me who’s an outcast, a moment in another vast universe who doesn’t belong at all in this timeline.

Aurai-blessed atmosphere, it was cool yet comforting— my solitude in a crowd, and my solace in chaos.

Unbeknownst to me, you were slowly bringing me back, the ember that was long gone, blown by eternal winter.

Romance wasn’t my cup of tea, the stars and the world beyond were far more mesmerizing than the mere thought of being in love.

Endings crossed my mind multiple times every time I was near on its edge— yet like a time lapse going backwards to ancient times, you pulled me back saving me from going towards the great beyond.

Nemesis of myself was you, yet the lightning danced across the sky signalling my defeat, heartbeat after heartbeat— processing what just happened.

Cerulean is the color of your aura, you stare like those of a sea, you whisper like the waves of the ocean, and your scent is like the running water of rivers.

Everything about you is just so perfectly fine like the sand I hold whenever I go to the beach, perhaps the reason I was knocked on my feet.