Catastrophe

It's been 5 or 6 years, I think, when we sent our last replies. If I'm not mistaken, your last message to me was an emoticon-a happy face. Then I replied it with a happy emoticon as well. It's been like forever since the last time I felt really in love. That every night, I would stay up late just to talk with you about nonsense topics. But with you, talking, everything else, though it's nonsense, becomes meaningful. It's been a long time since I laughed really hard again. Some sort of laugh associated with an embarrassing snort. Those were the times when I was so in love with you. Then now, after a long period of time, after a lot of hurricanes and earthquakes and other calamities have passed, you're here again. Talking to me. Making me feel the same way. The excitement, rush, nervousness, happiness, love, and everything combined. I thought I've moved on already. But I guess it's not that easy. Today, storm surges are still barging into the walls of my heart. Aftershocks still tremble my feelings. And I'm still in a catastrophe, hoping to be rescued by your love.