Thoughts

 I was sitting in the dark, letting the cold breeze surrender, at that moment I realized that I was scared, scared to close my eyes, scared to fall asleep because deep down, I knew that even my sweetest dream would not top the reality, the reality of being with you. The slender touch of your lips which can make my bones quiver in a way I never felt before. The art of surrendering, knowing that you are in the safest hands, the feeling of being like a feather which the wind can carry to places, places you can only imagine. Because imagination can travel miles, cross boundaries, swim oceans, imagination is a free bird. I never thought that falling for someone can be so uplifting, uplifting just not as a being, but as my soul reaching oblivion.

I remember talking to people listening to them telling how long-distance can be tough, how you can miss a person so much that you forget loving them eventually. With you my mind paints abstractions which probably only our minds can venture into, my mind is occupied with so much of you that I don’t even know if I can ever miss thinking about you, it's like my heart skips beats now and then but the thought of you never vanishes. Yes, you are not around physically, I don’t know how will it feel when you hold me closer the next time we meet, but somehow I already know how it will be, a beautiful moment that my mind has already painted. Minds can reach distances, thoughts can cross seas, and memories they take me so close to you that I never feel that we haven’t met for so long.

I wonder how can one fall in love with someone who they haven’t even met once, that moment it hit me that some relations, some metaphysical feelings are just spiritual, spiritual in a way that you are already somehow connected, in a way that I already know what your next move would be and that feeling, if this is love, I would probably be able to stay away from you and yet fall in love with you more with every passing day. I can fall in love with you over and over again every day for the rest of my life.

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