31 March 2015

The idea of you

I cannot write about you. 
I think mainly because i'm in love with you, and not the idea of you.
I don't want to convey you with such lousy choose of words.
Often i see our lives more or less like in the literature. The beginning, the climax and ending. Yet the juxtaposition of the characters by the readers which i'm avoiding. I keep everything - every single moments, pictures & sound - exclusive to my eyes and ears only.

I cannot write about u.
For i'm not a decent writer, just a humble lover.