To you after 3 years.

This heavy rainfall, the pitter-pattering tears of clouds, this feels so soothing when I think that you are also watching the sky to cry like me. Just how rainy season taking over the hot burning flames of  sentiment, intensely setting the fire towards calmness of  wind. I saw you in dreams looking at those grey clouds, I saw you admiring them with your eyes closed feeling them on your skin well. You appear most in my dreams, of all the thing I always see. 

Winds, saturated with your smell. Smell of laughs and your soft giggles, smell of those crescent eyes when your cherry lips tucked up with excitement. Smell of the satisfaction your heart holds and smell of the millions of stars your eyes holds when you love. I love that you-surrounded wind washing over my face , I love to smell that wind, I want to store that wind in a very little glass pot so that it never ends.

-Yours

into you <3