This is for all the boys with fingers longer than their feelings
For all the boys who touched without touching and left imprints heavier than life.
For those who could never stretch their emotions enough,
This is for you whose heart is so empty and hollow like dried bamboo sticks,
And when you look at her,
You will remember me.
When you touch her,
You will feel me.
When you kiss her,
You will taste me.
And when you close your eyes,
There I will be.
The last lit spot at the centre before you sleep.