Drowning Thoughts

169. Belgium Love Story

I stared out of the window
Cobbled streets
Filled with expressionless people
Everything was gray

I was distracted
By the sweet aroma
Of those Belgium waffles
Topped with strawberry
And vanilla Ice cream

I looked up to see
Your smile
what surprised me
Was that it wasn't gray

You were a walking colour
With a crescent smile
You sat down and introduced yourself
You made a really cute waiter

You said among all these customers
I sat still and emotionless
As if, life was sucked out of me

For the first time in ages,
My lips curved into a smile
I wonder whether it was as beautiful as yours
But you smiled back.

I waited for you.
Till you got off work.
You walked me home.
Under the night stars
Telling me about yourself

I saw colour that night
You said that I don't talk much
For someone this pretty
You also said my face turned red
The exact shade of red as the strawberry
I had on my waffle

I looked around
Was the streets of Belgium this pretty?
Or was I blind all this while?

Once I reached my apartment ,
I invited you in
And that's where it all started.

Thank you for removing the bitterness in my heart and for colouring my world. It's been awhile.