The Fourth
We meet clumsy and guilty each other. Because I am wrong and you are always right. You don't want anymore to be I touched. Whereas all parts of my body remember exactly how hold in your hand, hug you, make the same step and then on the last meeting of that tiring day kiss your lips hardly. I know You hate that, but hi, I am not expert for kissing. Perhaps I am not expert for expressing the feeling. But you and I know that we are together no more. We are not pair of sweetheart anymore, and all of memories and our habit which we did are just one drop of memories that are ordinary. You are still beautiful like the first time we met. Beautiful, bewitch, breathtaking and make me always weak. Hair and body smell nice and gaze of your eyes can see the lying. You know I always lie, and not loyal, but you accept it as the condition makes you say “I might as well”. But of course, coral reef has a crack itself and each mountain has blowup itself. Maybe those are not importa...