<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/6895611232387411779?origin\x3dhttp://darkmelancholyofthenight.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script><iframe src="http://www2.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID=6035547611738480329&blogName=JEX.+%3BD&publishMode=PUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT&navbarType=BLACK&layoutType=CLASSIC&homepageUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fjexunited.blogspot.com%2Findex.html&searchRoot=http%3A%2F%2Fjexunited.blogspot.com%2Fsearch" height="30px" width="100%" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" id="navbar-iframe" frameborder="0"></iframe> <div id="space-for-ie"></div>

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


You know you can bring me up to the highest mountain, with just a touch.
You know you also have the power to put me down to the bottom of hell, with just one word.
If picking myself up and crumbling down again for a million times is the only way to prove my love for you is true, I will do it.
With your smiles, kisses that i tried all means and ways to obtain and touches that you gave unconsciously, I'll hang onto the tinniest glimmer of hope to have you back.

Because,
Holding you in my arms, feels like coming home.
Seeing you enjoy eating what I cook fills me with humility and contentment that I didn't know was possible.
Making you laugh and smile makes me feel complete.
When you rest your head on my shoulder as you sleep, I feel at peace with the world around me.
Holding your hand in mine, the jigsaw puzzles fit perfectly.
Your scent, clouds my mind and senses.
Your lovely, smooth skin on mine electrify my whole being.

To lovers, falling asleep with the one you love in your arms is a mundane thing.
To me, who's been falling asleep with the ghost of us, with you in my arms again for just one night.
It's God's gift.
Thank you.

Hollow
5:35 AM;