" The right people at the right time with the perfect playlist and a beautiful view."

Sometimes a beautiful moment couldn't be captured enough but through pictures, songs and just the people in it. 

The basketball guy, cherry red lips girl and the rosy cheeks girl. All on the same rooftop as the sun sets and the sky change colors. The sun was replaced by the half moon and the infinite amount of stars littered the sky. I couldn't be more in love with the moment itself. It was somewhat a spot where we lay our naked souls out at the most ungodly hours, knowing that it'd be safe there. Our own secret spot in this hell of a place. It was the things that I never told anyone before, not even my boyfriend.

 But the amount of safe, warmth and care these two people hold, made me put my whole trust in them. Was it a mistake? a blessing? I 'd never know but I'd like to believe that it's the latter. Let me tell you about the two people who managed to give me another reason to live and the ones who made me feel alive.

The basketball guy;

" here's to the boy with curly hair and sleepy eyes. for you are the type of soul who deserve to be written in the stars."

I'd never imagine myself getting to know this boy, the boy who always spent his time alone with a basketball in hand and earphones in to drown out the world. He was the type of boy that would be hard to get close to, for all the things he kept in his heart was off limits. It wasn't something he wanted to touch, but it was the one thing he kept trying to push it away yet keep close with him in ways only he'd understand. It was the way he walks that made people know, "oh, he ain't the type of person you wanna mess with," because at times when pain filled his heart, his words were laced with venom. You could never deny that a part of him was endearing and only the lucky ones get to have a glimpse of it. Oh and his words, his fucking words for a girl that he adores, it was the words that left you speechless, that made you think if it was really from him. Maybe it was heavily influenced by the countless amount of books he read or the heavenly music he listens to. I would never expected myself, to sit with this boy and have the pleasure of knowing him as I do right now.
To the basketball guy, you're far more than what meets the eye and the ones who you let into your life, are the luckiest ones. You just never realize just how rare of a person you are, rare in a way that leaves people breathless when they see you as who you are.

The cherry red lips girl;

" To the girl who holds my heart and has my soul in her palms, for your beauty is far too overwhelming for this universe."

She's a fucking angel. An angel who you'd never knew you needed in your life. She gave me strength when I couldn't handle anything anymore. The one who knows me inside and out, the one who made me brave. The one who showed me the reasons why I should stay. just for a little while. The one who taught me to wear layer after layer of lipsticks. She's the one. The one soul who I find too beautiful for existence.
She's an angel; beautiful, delicate, soft, graceful and breathtaking in every way possible.

Every time she walks into the room, people will turn their heads to look at that light, yes, she's the light in every corner of the darkness. She's the light that kissed your skin when you wake up in the morning, feeling contentment filling your heart. She's the light that came in the form of twinkling stars when you find yourself looking up at the dark sky while you're beating yourself up. She's that immense light people often look for because that's exactly what they need.

I can't put into words how breathtakingly beautiful she is; from her eyes perceiving the world, to the lips that only spoke of softness, to the hands that had the touch of magical kindness, the feet that brought her to see the aesthetics of the universe. Her soul are only decorated with the petals of the most rare flowers, words of an agonized poet, music that only the angels would sing of. Oh the way she dresses, Michaelangelo would beg at her feet to at least get a touch of the thread that enhanced her features. But when her eyes laid upon a mirror, she failed to see the little details of her own allurement. 


I've always tried to put her into the most beautiful yet poetic words that I could come up with but with a soul like hers... Words are no longer enough and only God knows how much of an angel she is. 




Here's to the two beautiful souls I've had the pleasure of knowing and hold dear to my heart.

yours truly,
rosy cheeks girl.