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
I miss you. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t just sit here and think about you every day. I want to see you now. But how? I wish I could drive already. Distance is a bitch. I wish I could see you at least twice a week. But it’s okay, we still manage. I just miss you so much, I guess. I miss being next to you, I miss holding onto you, I miss seeing you. I miss everything about you. If I could choose, I would never let you out of my arms again.

xoxo,
AQILAH ANUAR