#BedroomConfessions

425 Days

I met you when I was 21
I wasn't too young to be innocent
when you greeted me with that look in your eyes.
But I also wasn't mature enough
to figure you out all at once.
And so I let myself waddle in the pool of thoughts about the way you entirely tiptoed your way into my life.

For me, you have waltzed gracefully and permanently in it.
Although I wasn't so sure before.
All I know now is that
you are suddenly part of my everyday.

I counted days - - 425 to be exact from the moment
I first laid eyes on you and that
I knew I wanted to always be with you
That I knew I wanted to be that nursery rhyme from your kindergarten you are fond of humming absent-mindedly while you're driving and I was on the passenger seat, quietly smiling.

I wanted to be that perfect tan on your torso.
You got from hours of practicing how to balance yourself on your brother's long board.

That extra squeeze of maple syrup on your pancakes, your mother always
Told you not to add anymore, but you still guiltily add, just because.
And I knew from there
That you are silent protest of a rebel.

Or even your favorite fairytale where the princess never needed saving
for she was the one who saved the people she loved.

There are so many things in life I wanted to be and one of those is to be your compass
I will guide you home and to places
you've never been before.

Your map where you can plot all your bucketed
destinations all at once.
Your travel buddy, your best friend, your soulmate.

For I know that you, the one who stole my heart - -

You are my favorite nursery rhyme,
You are beautiful summer suntan on my shoulders,
You are constellation of freckles on my cheeks,
You are maple syrup to my bacon,
You are that one fairytale I refuse to put down.

You are that person I saved my heart for
And you became a tattoo that's impossible to remove without getting myself blistered and scarred.
and you became the reason why I never question anything anymore.

I met you when I was 21
I wasn't too young not to notice fire in your arms
When you caged me in them, when it was too cold for a swim.
But I also wasn't mature enough to easily unravel the complexities of your heart, to memorise the four corners of your ribcage,
And the labyrinths inside your head.

And though I wasn't so sure before or even until now,
Baby, look at all these love I have, I still have, and I will have for you.

P.s. I lied when I told you that I like you, because God knows how sure I was that I am already in love with you that night.