I wish I can be a poet so that I can write a poem about how your eyes shine when they look at me or how your smile captures my eyes every time you flash it or how lovely your voice is when you say my name, or how smoothly you do things, or how I enjoy talking to you about things I never talked to anyone else or how my heart races and skips a beat whenever you hold my hand. I wish I can make a masterpiece that will remind me how beautiful you are. ‘Cause if ever… if ever I will forget those things, I can just read the poem and I know for sure I’ll remind me every moment that we had, everything you are. But I cannot be a poet. I suck at grammar. I am not the person that is too deep. I am shallow. My thoughts are unpredictable. I cannot put my feelings into words. I know. I know all of this. So every little detail of you, I promise to memorize it. I’ll be drawing a picture of you in my mind every now and then.

If only, if only I can aureate words.