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She looks ordinary. But then our gazes meet, and she morphs into a beautiful fairy~

[colmeh]

"What's your favorite flower?" he asked as he locked gazes with her.

"That poem," she replied with a sweet smile. "How about you? What's your favorite flower?"

"Hmm... How about you tell me your nickname?" he playfully said.

And just like that, they both laughed. No words longer escape their lips for their eyes says it all. They were lost in each other's gaze. And both are at peace.

As for context... Her nickname was "Lily" while he wrote her a poem that goes like this, "I adore you like the sunflower adores the sun. My eyes be burned, I will still look at you."

[colmeh]

But then again, the only constant is change. People change, situation changes, everything changes.

I can only pray that if I do change, it's my love for you. Let me love you from the shallow to the depths.

[colmeh]

So, I met someone who taught how terrifyingly beautiful a gaze should be. Just to see them, I'm willing to trade with my everything.

She taught me that the body is but a mere shell. Her beauty isn't something normal eyes could see. But when you do see, you will ask nothing but to see her.

[colmeh]

Will hell continue to be hell when you go there?

I saw heaven in you... If we're there, I wonder if there's still space for hell~

[colmeh]

"Why have you become so quiet?" they asked.

He smiled and said, "Reality couldn't attract me as much as her memory... Of those fleeting moments we shared."

[colmeh]

There's a legend that says, "What you love becomes the song of your soul."

No wonder I can hear your name in the silence.

[colmeh]

I'm glad poetry exists. There's finally a place for our love story to rest~

I'm glad poetry exists. There's finally a resting place for the memories you've left.

[colmeh]

My ink was all spent, but my heart was still screaming the words of my longing~

[colmeh]

Smile, she left you because you're ugly. Don't make yourself look more ugly.

[colmeh]

😌

[colmeh]

The world is vast, but still we meet on this narrow path~

[colmeh]

All these writings serve no meaning if it couldn't reach your ears even for a moment.

And if it does, I hope it reaches your heart. Even as a soft whisper.

It doesn't matter if it doesn't change it. I will still write! At least, if I can't change fantasy into reality, I will turn reality into poetry.

[colmeh]

I'm glad poetry exists. There's finally a resting place for the memories you've left.

[colmeh]

God gave me a present. It was inside a box called "you". Originally, I thought that was the present. However, when I accidentally unboxed it, I saw its real form—memories with you.

[colmeh]

The sad truth, "No matter how much I write for you, you will never love me back~"

[colmeh]

Life is short, but I still met you anyway~