We were lying there, naked, physically and emotionally. You whisper softly to my ear, will you write about me? Then I said, I'll write about your name in the way that time cannot touch or erase. While many poets tried to live through their words. But honey, your perfect image shouldn't be forgotten. Even when time forgot itself. I'll write about how lives passing by everytime I close my eyes beside you. I'll write about how that speck of time that I want to froze. Like a feathers fall from the flutter of a wings. Like a light caught in a blink of an eyes. That seconds of your face that I saw everytime I opened my eyes. As the sun shines through the window and fall gracefully into your eyes. That's the moment that I want to write. I'll write about how the stars and the moon and the sun aligned themselves when we met. How even the fate itself sighing in joy and said 'ahh finally' when our eyes met for the first time. I'll write about how universe itself didn't allowed perfection. But dear, that curvy hips, sharp gaze, and pouty lips attract me in an indescribable way. You are a perfection. You are my addiction. I'll write about the memories of the unforeseeable future. Between my journey and your worries. How our story will end? Is it gonna be teary or merry? I'll write about your sadness and how my hand's there to cheer you up. I'll write about your happiness and how my hand's there to write it up. And I'll write about your loneliness and how my hand's is there to back you up. And before I can say anything else. You kissed my cheek and running your hands to my hair. Thank you, you said to me. Then you wake up. Put on your clothes and make up. You're smiling. I'm smiling. You go back to yours. I go back to mine. And just like that, life. Life goes on.