cadburry's hot chocolate, and how you simply love it.

it's 22nd of October.
12.30 am, to be exact.
and i'm wondering how was your day
was it great? did everything went well?
and i'm wondering, what dreams are you dreaming now...
is it cool? is there any me?

funny that i just found out that you look exactly like James Dean.
Remember James Dean? I used to call you by that name and you called me Audrey Hepburn..
simply because we love Sleeping With Sirens' "If I'm James Dean You're Audrey Hepburn" that much.
well not exactly, but Dean's glasses frame somehow reminds me of yours.

It's late at night, and today is your birthday. i'm writing this while listening to our favorite songs from back then. Do you remember? the Pierce The Veil thingy... we used to sing their songs out loud together.

Dean, you grow bigger and taller really fast. I almost couldn't recognize the hands i used to hold; the body i used to hug; and the face that i used to adore. you seemed to change that much....

but do you still the same James Dean that i love?
the one that went to bed so early,
the one that drink cadburry's hot chocolate in rainy days, and shared some with me
the one that fell asleep so easily in my balcony
the one that laughed with me at silly jokes and not-so-funny videos
the one that called me just to hear me talking about nothing and everything..
the one that sang and played guitar for me eventhough we both know that you couldn't do both
the one that with pure sincerity reads me fairytale through the phone until i fell asleep
the one that encouraged me to do what i thought i couldn't do
the one that still chasing me eventhough i had tell him to stop
the one that accepted me as i am, no more and no less
the one that i love so much it hurts...

i'm starting to talk nonsense.



happy 16th birthday, my very own James Dean.