#problem-with-average

if everything we think as true becomes fake, are we going to start admitting we watch the moon as it takes the night? even if you don't, i probably will.  and i'll paint my lips once i do.

we wait for the upturning of things before we let go of our wings to fly. if it means what it means to me, i am onto driving to a different lane.

Aurora: I like the intimacy of getting to know someone's everything. The way they light up when they talk about their passion; the way their words curve or sit jagged on the page; the breaths they take when things are awfully hard to say. How someone can learn how another takes their coffee and have it stick with them as something important and vital. I think intricacies are beautiful. So fucking beautiful. 

Meteor: Getting out of my comfort zone makes me feel alive. Pushing myself past the anxiety of overstepping my bubble. Nothing makes me feel more alive than the prospect of something going awry and have it turn out just fine in the end. Maybe with some bruises, but not missing a limb.

Zenith: I try so so so hard to make others feel like they belong. Like they are worth more than they may think; like they matter, at least to me. That makes me feel good. When others are happy. 

Believe me when I say I tried hard not to write this one for you and about you again but the moment I read the words, "I did not expect it to turn out this way", it was your face that came into my mind. My brain was telling me that this is supposed to exercise my creativity but my heart was yearning to write about you again, screaming and shouting that this is exactly what I feel about us.

I did not expect it to turn out this way. Did you? I knew you were going to be special but I never thought a time will come that a day would feel incomplete without the sound of your voice or that your smile comes to mind with every love song. Would you laugh if I tell you that even now, I still get nervous whenever we see each other, whether it's just for a meal to be shared or we're going on a sleepover? Sometimes, I look back into the past and remember how we were before. I knew I rarely replied to your messages, rarely opened up to you. You couldn't even hold my hand or hug me anytime you want. You couldn't look me in the eye. You couldn't talk to me without stuttering. This time, it's the other way around. 

I have already set a message alert tone specific for you and when I hear it, my heart skips a beat and I rush to my phone always eager to read your messages. When we are out there for the public to see, I forget the people around us and cannot help displaying my affection meant just for you. When you look at me, I shy away from your stare, afraid that you see my imperfections and you'd lose your feelings for me. And when I told you that, you said it was your way of memorizing my face so when you know if something is up or when something has changed. Still, I could not stand long under your stare or else, I will melt.