Fine, Fine, You're Number One in the World

I still like you so much,

like a pair of tender shoulders,

straining to bear a belated rebellion.

I still like you so much,

like a boy carefully bending low,

just to catch love's whispered words.

I still like you so much,

like someone quietly leaving in the cold night,

without making a sound.

I still like you so much,

like someone fearlessly charging across the battlefield,

intoxicated by the journey.

I still like you so much,

like sinking into your arms once again,

forgetting the pain and myself.

I still like you so much,

even while pretending I can bear our parting,

hiding the secret deep in my heart.

I still like you so much,

like a signal sent among songbirds and butterflies,

casual and intimate.

I still like you so much,

like a warrior marching to his death, never sparing himself,

with no room in my heart or eyes

for anyone but you,

Richard,

please don't go away again.

Wait for me to find you.

The author is back at school. If my grades are bad, I'm doomed.

So there won't be updates for now.

There might be updates during holidays.

There will definitely be updates during winter and summer vacations.

That's about it.