I always remember how bright your eyes are, each time you talk about your grand plans for hours. I can listen to you talking about the company you would like to join in the future. About the specific path you are about to walk into. About the things you have seen and the things you think about. About the people you’ve always looked up to. About the dreams you are reaching for.

And, about the two of us, the fond memory we have created for almost seven years, by each others presence.


It was begun with an awkward smile, of yours, and a rushed heartbeat, of mine. We started our journey together, by sharing dreams, trading old stories, whispering numerous secrets, throwing laughing-stock to each other, turning ourselves become a support-system for each other. To be the person, we call each other as home.


And, that was you.

The one I used to see here and there, and everywhere: from stared fondly when you ran strangely in the middle of sport class to experience new things side by side; from silently listen to your passionate conversation as my energy replenishment to be a nice partner to talk to.

The one who embraced me by your own way, like no one ever did. The one who treated me no better than anyone, but I did love because that’s the way you were.

The one whom I fell for. The one I fall for. The one I’ll fall for, again, and again, and again.


The spider webs may exist among our own journey, lead me to these paths while pushing you into different direction. How hard it is, I know that in the end we will always be able to find each other, to envelope the meaningful connection, to experience new adventures, to walk side by side together, for growing up to be the best version of us, for doing nothing and everything. 

You may not always being here, yet I know that you will never leave.


In the end, I catch myself lost on your glimmering eyes, again, and again, and again. You throw me an ear-to-ear smile, while the three-letter-words envelope my feelings,

“I love you more.”