I met the one when I was 20,
my heart was still on its way to heal itself.
Got over 2 broken promises, validated 5 theories.
Off to a new journey, and there he was, two steps away.
I met the one when I wasn't ready for anything.
He was my french onion dip on a bleak rainy day while I wrap myself with blankets and binge watch movies — he wasn't the bag of chips.
He asked me if I wanted cozy blankets and hugs, I said it didn't matter as long as it was clean.
I met the one.
He wore a maroon shirt. He smelled nice.
He drove fast, like really really fast.
He listened to nice music.
He wasn't home, he helped me get there.
I met the one back when I forgot I was worth more than a million bucks.
I met the one, and I knew he was the one.
My books said so
My brain said so,
Society said so
But my heart, it said no
Well atleast not yet.
