I miss talking to my soulmate,
Sharing things that happened today,
no matter how silly, funny or smelly,
as long as we're hugging and hastily cringy.
Soulmate would usually correct me or make faces,
the face that made me smile and often missed.
We'll be sharing stories and information as if we are in a contest.
As if we are french kissing that needs to be certified by Guinness.
Taunting words would be thrown,
until someone frown,
and the other one owns,
And in the middle of the night, that other one hands would grab my big-big bow.
Today I want to share with you something.
But, I remember we burned our bridge that evening.
I don't want to remember most of it.
As I want you as a new character in my whole new portrait.
Hoping that you could decode..
-Infinitylocksoul
