I'm here in my room, don't feel like contacting with the outside humid world. Thought of continuing my The Final Petal but I don't thoroughly have the idea of doing so. I feel like writing so here goes nothing:
One day, I'll stop loving you. Of course I will. I'll stop loving you--
When the skies turn grey, the moon falls onto the earth, the thunders sound like your favourite music,
the fake roses wilt, my heart turns black, the flowers have no petals left but thorns, the ocean dries,
the raindrops turn out to be my teardrops, I'll let you go.
Now that we're miles apart, I can do nothing but sitting here by the window, catching your teardrops with this hand you used to hold.
God has given me three wonderful things in the world. My grandma's wedding ring, my dad's music box.
And?
Wear this ring and dance with me. It's you. The third yet the most beautiful.