chapter 4
Evan Low Jun Feng, Inch Chua
January 10th
My love
By now we read each other like tea leaves
I love how you can trace the arch of my hunch
To notice the weight of a bad day on me
Or how you know just when is the perfect time
To bring me a cuppa tea
M has that same sensitivity of yours
Not to mention accompanied by a sharp wit
Craving for independence
She'll soon leave, much to our hearts protesting
But I'm also renewed at the thought of date nights
Becoming a daily prescription again
You're my medicine, the remedy
You and you always
