Wait for me to come home

September 18, 2015 abscycom Fantasy 0 comments


I remember the taste of your kiss, when our eyes were closed but we knew the future is wide open. I remember the warmth of your hug, when it was cold outside but something melt us down.

That silly grin, always makes me blushed. You touch my cheek and I can feel your heartbeat. Time is flying, distance is killing, age is running but the feeling stays the same.

It gets harder, and harder, sometimes the sky looks so gray without a rainbow. But I feel happy. The memories make me proud, because loving you would never be a mistake.

We cannot decide everything. I can feel your pain, even though you were so silent. Because in the end, we have to close the door together, with tears in our eyes – hoping someday we would find another key to open it. The dusty door, where all of our bitter and sweet memories is frozen.

We knew we never be alone, we knew everything will still in the same place, we knew the path is still straight and the future is still there. We just don’t walk together anymore.


Under the night sky, 19th September 2015



When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
“Wait for me to come home.” – Ed Sheeran (The Photograph)


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