This departure from loneliness, every encounter with you is me chasing after life. I might be taking advantage of every opportunity to be close to you. Does it make me a liar? I am okay if you never know it, but I mentioned it and planted it with roots spilled deep in my heart. Why do I continue to water it? To watch it grow beautifully. I can thrive wherever if I don’t have enough energy left, I know my ego will carry me through. We grow from the same devil. I wasn’t anxious until it was too late. I’ll remember your soft breaths, like bubbles floating from underwater. In dark cinemas, I fantasized until my leg locked in spasms. In my head, I never got better. I keep this like I keep you soaked in today’s memory. Is it nostalgia to recreate you in words and emotion? Is it bitter that I may never have you? I think it’s sweet, like your sleeping. Up against that cozy screen, I only thought of you.