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[lucienposts]

you were once an imagery who taught me to cuddle your history that interlinks our synonymous past compare to the others, trying to be as one even if it's not.

on january 25th, wearing your favorite lavender sweatshirt in the middle of springfield with lots of purple tulips and a fresh breeze of air that smells like flowers as you walk down the street to drink some coffee. it was a nice morning that can deliver you to cloud nine, plastering your widest smile that could possibly paste it when people around are contagiously chuckling containing a great way of starting their day. cheesecake with nips and sprinkles // chamomile tea with herbal flowers and forest strawberries // old radio prepares to blare retro music // remember this day, honey because it was special how you reminisce every memoir that has been occurred when we were together.

your long natural hair with mermaid curls at the end of it is swaying when we run, hands are clasped tightly together, not to miss any moments to spend our time with pure bliss. i will never forget those mementos even if our hair turns to grey or an accident that could erase some events wouldn't be a barrier to remember you. you were so important that i couldn't think less but to swear, we will dance in our favorite place with the gleaming stars as our audiences. the commitment to one-time happenings is proof of the never-ending passion we grasp. it was longing and filled with fervidness.

your heavenly lilac cosmo, a bedazzling gem, that could blind me when radiation hits. it can allure any men who attempt to watch your irises dancing with glee. untold stories keep flashing back how it expresses you while dealing with a harsh ticking of the clock when the hour arm strikes at five; that was the end of your day outside as you went back to the familiar street to your one-story house.

your fair white skin that is vulnerable even when it softly touch with only a finger, it could make you red like how my feathery kisses could blush your rosy cheeks. a warm cozy feeling invading the entire living room as you lit the fire from the fireplace, and two wine glasses that refilled with branded grape wine as we celebrate our first. it was intimate after letting your head place on my chest, the perfume you wear is hallucinating my system with attar. a pleasant odor that could beat my heart with a loud thud, it hurts like hell but it was a nice sentiment.

your cherry plump lips that can attract and maybe stop every individual's steps just to seek a single glance on your track when sun rays glow onto. aside from the aura that scintillates, a feeling of ardent when i stood upon you, warming your entire body with mine perceiving every sensation of it. what more if we are both inside of your room? tracing the marks i gave after our long session on the bed and sunrise engendering us to continue what we missed last night. your nakedness embraced me and left unspoken words on-air as i knew the tardiness you act today. for a moment, i am happy. the first thing i see in the morning is the girl i almost dream, sketching her angelic face and features not knowing that she was real.

she isn't the girl from fictitious novels i read nor i write every day. she is the girl that sent me high as fuck that towers every skyscraper worldwide. heaven that i want to stay as my home, and with her, i would no longer wishing for more but to put an ellipsis, not a happy ending but to keep our story from rolling. not like those movies that will last for two hours or more. not like those love stories from the famous authors that could last 50 chapters. it is us that created an immortality power to live for centuries so that there wouldn't be the last time to induce.

the ending: on the same date, january 25th, i wish this is the last to scribbled our names in every novelette i published every year, and to forget every piece that attempts to fix it with glue. i just know you weren't my endgame.

a girl from springfield's // lu.cien

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"what do you like about her?"

"this lady embodies the undying beaut. once i brought her everywhere, she resembles perfection from aphrodite."

although, her unblemished pale white skin from the back and half pigtail scarlet hair could accurately be captured with my old camera. before it clicked, the button seems like an entry ticket to her world full of abstract and illusion paintings from different eras, and stone white statues that are filled with dull colors representing of being desperation. she becomes droopy when a thought came out that those sanctimonious things may occur isn't meritorious and eventually, it'll become messier while it gets to be a diurnal basis, and her devastation has been the reason why i preferred to stay. completing her day by showering with a lot of importance through gifts, writing her sweet calligraphy letters in assorted colors scented paper with fresh-picked tulips, and daily surprises. no wonder why we run across to each other because this might be my chance to save her—to cherish and admire her, what a lady deserves to be treated.

indeed, my favorite subject was her and while using my film camera i could sense her presence hiding behind those tall gigantic trees although, she wasn't with me to my favorite location spots. it invariably reminds me to abide by taking photos as if she was there for thought that it was her time to shine. reminiscing those memories was my improvement to have the strength to join a contest; took some experiments to discover a new motif for my portfolio. truly, the greenery scene of nature attaining the view absolutely astounding—a place of growth.

without her, i will never be able to learn even the finest art from the earth has its own history; of how it'd been progressed when it turns out that i will never be enough, and she completes what i'm lacking—an inspiration. for the time being that i'm a professional photographer, she was my huge trophy; a kind of misery stuck from the past to those mementos with her.

"because my dream is my felicity, and my achievement was her happiness."

she supported my passion until the end, telling me that she's thankful i committed. cursing myself that no person can replace her despite what i've been through the process of my success, and at that moment i missed my chance to say everything how flawless she was.

"i was lacking due to my low self-esteem; grading them up to one hundred percent in terms of their appearance unconsciously. i believed that everyone isn't natural but fake. people who surrounded me are all phony that is made once and if one of them has any single flaw then it'll be thrown out."

encountering her was a destiny that changed my insight into every person's aesthetics. what makes them significant is the element caused during the process that provides its meaning and principle—why it values the art.

what do you like about her? // lu.cien