Book.

   I am a girl who once filled up a few papers of your book. A girl who poured sparkles of joy from papers to papers long ago. But that girl didn't exist anymore. Because I see no more me reflected from your blackblack eyes. I see nothing. Not even an atom of my existence.

   But then, I realized that things happen beyond my expectation. My name was written on the next chapter of your book again. I didn't practice silence. But through silence we let ourselves reckon, whether to tear the pages up or to continue filling it.

   The hour wheels keep rotating and never get tired, today 24 hours will be replaced with the other 24s. But together we still filled up each other book until now. It is a long journey and we're still young, but look into my eyes. There's you.

   And even if oneday we were separated by distance, you don't have to fear. We have trust. And just promise me little thing. Promise me that we will keep filling up each other book till the end, can you?