If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE

Dear you.

Dear Idzul,
I miss you. I miss how you cared for me. How you always make my day. How you used to cheer me up. And how you make me feel that you love me.
I miss everything that used to be.

with love,
AQILAH AIMI