I once firmly believed that love is holding tightly.
It wasn't until I met you that I learned to open my palms.
Your name is the thirst that rolls in my throat but cannot be exhaled; your figure is my only clear anchor point in the vast sea of people. We have had so many almost eternal moments - the overlapping shadows under the street lamps, the unconscious embrace in your sleep in the morning, and those dusk when silence is worth a thousand words.
