lagniappe

Some things leave memories that linger. Whether it's good or bad, it's still memory. The aftertaste is not always good like sipping coffee with too much sugar in it, even though sugar is sweet. Even though everything sweet is supposed to be a good memory.

I saw many flowers the other day. Breezing wind, random fallen leaves, rain that started to pour. It might seem like an aesthetic tumblr post starter pack, but in my case, it way too much seemed like you were there. Somewhere under the solid standing tree. With a random leaf fell and landed on your shoulder within the millisecond speed. You were there. Smiling. 

I've always wanted to give you flowersーeven though you are a guyーsunflowers will do, or asters are also fair enough. Because flowers know no gender.

And I wish I knew no boundaries to always write about you. I wish I didn't have to spell your name as guilty anymore, 

This little part of me is still struggling to spell your name as an accident that always lingers. 

A beautiful accident.

Because it's so hard not to spell your name with such adjective, no matter how painful it is.