I still write about you.

I still write about how we laughed about some silly things, your laugh is the cutest, your voice is the sweetest. I always want to see you smiling because when you do, that’s when you’re most beautiful. When I am  mad at you, just one smile and I’ll forget about it. I will always be happy seeing you with a beautiful smile, I always want to be the reason behind your smile. I always want to be part of your happiness, whatever will it be.

I still write about you.

I still write about our food trip as early as 3am, as we wait for the bus that you will be riding in. The way we argue about where should we eat this time, about what food should we order. You always don’t want to be asked, and when I still do, you always don’t give me an answer so I always end up to be the one who’s deciding where we would eat. The moments together during long walks or on the train and bus. I still write about those little arguments and fights and how I hold you tighter when you seem to let go.

I still write about you.

I still write about how soft your lips are when you’re kissing me. The warmth of your hug when we’re sleeping together. The comfort that we bring to each other as we hold hands, and how your hands were perfectly fit with mine. The way we cuddle and play with each other are some of the best memories together.

I still write about you.

I still write about our non-stop conversation through chat and personal talks. The way we talk about almost anything.  From the time we open our eyes when we wake up til we close them for sleep, we are continuously talking and exhanging stickers and emoticons. I still write about how I look at you, you are my favorite view. Your smile, your face and your eyes, they are my favorite God’s creation. How I wish I still have the chance to look at you like the way I used to.

I still write about you.

I still write about my feelings for you. How I fell in love with you, and still can’t stop myself from falling even more. The pain when I’m missing you, the anger caused by jealousy, and the difficulty I am now experiencing because I can’t be with you. I still write about the promises we had, the ambitions and goals we set, and how I still continue to hope that someday we’ll do them together.

I still write about you even after I was hurt.

I still write about you means I still love you. And I can’t stop writing about you because I can’t stop loving you.