I was in heaven. It was the day of my life. With my hand was yours. We talked on things I don't remember. You were happy. Every words I spoke was a tickle to your ear. You gave me smiles, I gave you my heart--my whole being. We walked for miles. Our steps were so soft for the clouds to burst. To have met you in heaven was heaven. Then I felt my foot sinking. I thought it's because I was shaking the whole time. But no. The clouds did swallow my foot then my leg. The clouds were fading like my vision. Every thing was blur like your affection to me. I didn't see anything but an unfamiliar figure as I fall from the hands of an angel. And now, I'm down here. I keep on reminiscing how heaven looked like, the number of your smiles, the movement of your hair, the air you breathed, even reminisce the movement of your mouth as you spoke my name. Every thing is already at the back of my mind. I want to go back to the clouds we were once walking. I want to go back to the place where I left my heart. I want to go back where it all started even if I know already I have nothing to return to. No one to return to.