life as a twig, with two lovers’ bodies as dried leaves when we are dead. decomposed but our souls that merged as one, is th feeling that never runs. buried underground with a fresh flower sticking; love all around, emotions of romance lingering.

13 May: You went up my house after your Mathematics Paper1 ended t take my hoodie and fetched me from school with Louis. Helped you with your apology letter t your Principal. Hougang was next, till evening. Told you a story, and buried our love in th soil.