Venomous fraying tongues clash an irony with slurred moments, dragged by epitome of time. The pointing streaks of a clock wind reminisce and ambiguous phases to arrive. Falling to gravity, sinking into feelings that mix a whirlpool. Many heads held heavy, hanging low at defiance to emotion's nature. Traces of marked footsteps vanish as the passing wind disperses into a thin line of uncertainty. Friendships are discerned as hoarse judgement when meer truth is void. The answer, to silence. Do we question its existence?

Youth stole innocence at infancy. Still, time clocks by with no patience to tomorrows' outcomes. Belief is vital, yet constantly absent. A frequency people share takes them to different heights of faith, discerned by various attitudes and personalities. Romance, friendship or both? Resisting affinity becomes a cruel infliction onto a conscious soul being.

So friendship has grown its importance on me, and I can't rid it off.

Passion's invitation took me on a ride, and from there, in circles. The distances travelled are beyond boundaries designed. Having toured trips of eccentric temperaments and undeniable chemistry, the levels of this carousel have gotten me honeyed onto my reliance on you. An 11-month journey journeyed hand-in-hand with you has made me realise love's cause and reason. Young and smitten, we are. This has taken us through extreme ends of emotions and sensations, yet the veined vines of sturdiness has supported us tall, together as one. Nothing compares, in which ever manner, physically and emotionally, to what we built and developed together all 11 months.

Such strength and such fragility never collided and survived chaotic ordeals, but we made it through. Faith, believe. I do. Roll through life's steps with me, climb them earnestly, pave longer paths; let's work on forever together.

Nique, I love you.