Would you pick up a used book?

A book with missing pages.
A book with torn sides and unseen fonts?
A book of broken binds?
Yet a book of a story untold..
Would you pick it up?

I know one person would.
The question is not who...but why.

So why would you pick it up?




It felt as though I've known you for a lifetime. 16days doesnt make sense at all.(:


I've kept it safe. Don't you worry.(:



I can never decipher what truly works in your mind, what you truly see in me, what you truly feel when you're with me but I would always hope for the best because I know, that this time for sure, I know what's the difference between hope and reality.

Because you see what others don't and that is what makes you special.
Thank you.



You've always knew what to say for words comes easy for you.

Yet every time when I think about the day you mouthed those words for me, I've always wondered..
Wondered why I hear no voice but just your heartbeat.
Wondered why I could feel your smile eventhough my eyes were sealed.
Wondered why you couldn't voice it out yet I understood every piece.
Wondered why I felt so warm like it was a familiar feeling.

Yet perhaps, I now know why.



Im always my own self. Leading a life without anyone to depend on to.
Yet now, I'm growing attach to you. Fusing my life with yours in the most unexplainable ways, I would have never imagine it to be.

Your heart is mine now sweetheart.(:




Always running on borrowed time, chasing something that doesn't exist and believing in hope of a fairytale.