Memories as soft as a fabric

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.

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