You can always test my patience.
I am not going to change, not even once.
This can go on for days and months.
Without any fuss, I can control my pulse.
I have to wait and see how this will end.
I could no longer pretend.
I feel our relationship is like this new fabric, which feels soft as a feather.
Made by our memories of us together, holding our ecstatic bond forever!!!!
I always had this plan of sending you handpicked exotic flowers.
with French orange candies to eat.
I will gift you something new—maybe a picture of you on a fresh canvas in rainbow hues.
Pay me with kisses, which felt like morning dew.
You erased the bitter memories and filled them with your sweet poems.
Don’t think so hard.
I am writing this as a cue; I hope you might understand.