I was able to limn my emotions through words because of your inexplicable warmth. I can only write it into verbose metaphors but you're always there to catch every figure of speech I throw— and you never dodge any of them. It was exactly what I hoped for when I started making wishes at all the stars in the universe.
You see, I tried making a wish at one of the billion stars in the galaxy until I realized that it sparked something in me; like the serenity of the evergreen parks that brings peace to the heart. It was beyond one's imagination how I felt so deep and mesmerized, yet so perplexed with the complexity of the stars in the night sky at the same time. I am in awe of their beauty amidst their terrifying look when they begin to scatter in the cosmos.
But no matter how messy and complex it may seem, there will always be a point where they meet and where our eyes can see their splendid harmony that becomes so beautiful when we look at them. I used to vividly imagine that. And now I can stare at my wish— eye to eye and hear its contagious laugh and be wobbled by its every touch. I didn't expect that my wish would someday be you and how you were able to make me feel as if I'm home.
I would like to think that maybe it's because of the simplicity of your warmth that I was able to limn my emotions through verses and long passages of metaphors even if they seem to be unexplainable. Is it because of your comforting words that stupified my heart that it almost got lost in the myriad of my thoughts? Or just you being you that I started vivifying more captivating stories behind the stories of my poetry? And just like how fearsome the birth of the stars in the cosmos, it is terrifying to think how my emotions are coming to life in the form of a wish that comes alive in words, and how they travel in my system that got me writing more novels and poems.
But it's all a nice moment coming across someone who used to look at the stars in the same way I look at them. Maybe it's because of the connection we have no matter how distant we are because even the stars can go far from each other, yet they still somehow connect
and meet
and collide.Every moment captivates me. Our echoing laugh entices me to write more poetry. Thank you for giving me hope to make mesmerizing verses about merriment and love.
And if I were to tell a story about the day we met to the day we became this close, it would not certainly reach thousands of words just to tell ours. It was a serene, fun, and incredible experience to get to know someone with a wonderful soul like you.
I hope your heart learns to remind you of how genuine you are. Your tears shall not be the kind of tears you shed when you feel gloomy. I hope they turn into tears of happiness that will make you have hopeful wishes, and brighter days, and that sweetest smile that perfectly matches your face.
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Hope
Non-FictionAn author who thought of writing her deepest and most candid thoughts. May the metaphors engraved in each narrative be remembered.