From Love to Hatred

hey, me!

for how long will you be dissolved in fantasies?
it would never rest you in peace
will you stop reminiscing?

of his cradling you with heavenly vows that he would wake you up every morning with a gentle kiss if he ever married you

of his desiring to have four babies with you,
two little kikis and two little taufans

of his cuddling you in his warm embrace while you were sleeping and his saying that it was the coziest moment he experienced

of his kiss that made both of you become wordless

of his yearning to embrace you almost every time, yearning to breathe in your scent, yearning to see your smile

of his telling you " I love you " for the first time and the next times or sometimes " ya tebya liubliu " that made you nearly always laugh, and " sleep tight sweet dreams " everytime you would go to bed

of his swears that he was bestowed to be loved by you, it is a trust to be your hearthrob and is a duty to look after you because he loved you and he prayed that it would last ever after

they are only reminiscences anyway..

hey, me!

will you stop daydreaming?

that both of you would eventually be reentwined

that he would be the first and the last man who kissed your lips, who traced every inch of your skin, who ever hugged you

that you would be his mrs

that you would prepare breakfast and coffee for him every morning

that you would cook for him and look after your children together with him

that you would gaze the stars while laying down on prairie with him

that he would take you to the place called 'Dreamland' and grasp your hands while fringing along the coast

that he would be the only companion until your hair turns to grey, so that he would be the only one who understands your beauty

daydreamer..

hey, me!
even when you're writing you're reminiscing!

and I said,
because memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose..