Hold me like how you held your heart the first time you decided to dive in to love; Vulnerable and fragile but determined to do anything just not to slipped that love on your chest. Hug me like how your favorite sweater embraced you on those lonely windy evenings you‘d been through. Touch me like how you let your thoughts spilled through the ink of your pen, crawled and filled that blank page of your diary. Kiss me until I forget how terrible I am; Assure me that there still someone who will not give up on me, will fight for me and still love everything in me despite the (Un)beautiful flowers grew and bloomed on my life.