Time is so fleeting... In a blink on an eye, the day has turned to night. Too many minutes to the seconds are gone; never to be retrieved and relived to the exact. They soon become memories. While the thought is gloomy, it doesn't have to be. Memories can be sweet much like a layered cake. They continue to stack up and each moment saved is nectarous. Let me rephrase— Each moment is sweet with you.We are so limited to our time. Yet almost every day I get a piece of you. A text. A call. A picture or a "Good Morning." These are what keeps us going and sometimes it can never feel enough. Like I've eaten a full course meal and yet I'm still hungry; starving. Nevertheless, I love that feeling. We have so much desire for proximity and closeness that all I can comprehend is the word: wholesome. However, no matter to me, just with you is enough. Like a spotlight on stage, we're the only ones present. With you in the moment... It is everything.
Though what we may have is something of an arrow shot, I treasure it. To the simples that transpire to laughs. Fantasies and realities are probable in equations. Where logic and reason, understanding and comfort all take place. So many factors would only seem to cause an error in the calculator but in all truth... It's only ever been 1+1. Perhaps math is a little hard to grasp as you know I do and maybe taking a gander into my perspective; I like to think of the wild. I can see joy and happiness paint colours in my eyes. A pastel yellow and a fade to orange, it flickers and continues to ignite. Bright like ambers and burning like embers, we create fire. Though, I think as scorching as fire we may be I think there is something very gentle about us. I see us like flowers, beautiful and exploding in colours. I've always seen you like sunflowers. Sunflowers just exude happiness, it's the way they're fanned out wide and proudly showing their yellow smiles. Your deep brown centre is just as warm as chocolate, you are calming and comforting. All the bright things in this world are all I can see when I'm with you. It continues to always feel like I'm floating and we're in our own bubble. How easy it is to let my walls and my guards that had been stationed outside to come down; they rest in your presence.
Unapologetic is what we are. Naked is what we wear. Champagne flutes are transparent as the liquid to fill is bubbly. I love that our doors are open, free to roam as we are no stranger to each other. We've become home to each other. It is under soft blankets and comfort do we find our safe spot. I feel rich and enlightened when we talk. Our conversations about anything to even nothing is so rare and precious. The laughter and easy chit chats have become like gold. We're so dynamic and I love that you bring out new sides to me. I've never seen my smile fall with you and I've never been so bold as I am with you.
The day ends as any other. Another episode and we're drifting off to sleep together. As I close my eyes, I await for the "Good Morning" before wishing the best for your day. I will fall back to sleep once more, thinking about how thankful and ever more so grateful than the day before to have you by my side. Blessed to have a moment of your time. Rare to have had a day with you. How I wish those moments could last forever. Life goes by fast and time never stops as it is fierce. However... Time is perfect with you. It is in all its beauty; peace.
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To My First Love
RomantizmA compilation of my short blurbs, poetry and expressive writes. Love is a great feeling that I've come to know. All thanks to my love and muse.