About you that I can’t imagine with my own words and heart.
About you that I can’t touch.
About you that I have no reason why I must like you.
The reason has nothing to describe my love for you.
Wanna be with you.
With all your heart. all your life. all your love.
I still don’t understand.
Actually, I miss you.
So far if I wanna try to think about you.
It’s still far.
More and more, I must fall.
And I must perish all my thought about you.
And believe, nothing happen if I’m not yours.
I hate the broken heart story.
This is not the sadness love.
This is not the broken heart story.
Just a written about vague love.