Past —
— we, both, are the victims of burned relationship. we are the victims of good memories with undevastated, yet unclear, ending. we are the victims of ‘longed future thoughts but died too soon’ relationship. we are the victims of broken promises. we are the victims of disappointment. we are the victims of hopes, memories, and pleasure promises. we are the victim of griefs and drunk of the past. we died separately, back then.
Now —
— Midnight car ride, stolen resplendent on top views, freezing moments, rarely bright street-lamp, listened about how I cut my veins, stories about our traumas, memories, family, hopes, and dreams; I think these are core memories of you.
‘Love can be made with habits’, at the car, by 1am, you said that to me.
All these better promises — tell me — straight-forwardly, no doubt, in your heartbeat, in all your possibilities of future thoughts,
would you really want to spend all your days, nights, months, years, fulfilling big space of your life with me?
would you willingly go to upside and downside with me?
would you memorize my ancestry, my route home, my traumas, my flaws, my perfection, my dreams, my favourite things — all the little things of me?
would you love me the loudest?
would you promise me that tomorrow, you’d be stay with me?
Future —
— If we keep this at it is, the answers to my questions, I would say ‘yes’ to you.
If you want to fall in love, I will go with you.
I know I got a bit lost, but not in you.
