What do I write about you? Should I write about those sweet kisses that throb on my lips? the wandering face that brushes my hair? or those passionate eyes ready to dive into mine? No, these are just transitory... Maybe I should write about the hiccups that remind me of you, the raw conversations that soak us in, or the moon that lights our dreams. Maybe it's time we realize the blinds of blandishments, escape from the lust and the longing, and route for nothing but belonging.