Hey, Magenta! ~ #2

Thank you for holding me tight while I was floating to the dimensions of nostalgia.

In previous passed days I was fleeting on my nostalgic memories with each thing that surrounds me.

sometimes it was people,

sometimes it was someone's smile,

sometimes it was the birds,

n sometimes it was puppies.

Puppies? Yes even when I knew they don't have strong memories but sometimes they act as if am unknown and it breaks me.

It makes me fleet onto those memories when they choose to lose the grip while I hoped they will hold me tight.

But probably that's is what my real lesson is to expect no one to hold on to me. . .

But hey, thanks for being my magenta while I was breaking n feeling it was the end.

I know you aren't in a physical realm but still those winds of you made it easier for tears to dry off.

It felt like you just hold my face few seconds.

Even though just hold my face for few seconds your magentic touch gave me the reason to breathe. . .