Your face is the first thing I want to see every morning. And your smile is the only thing I want to take in my dreams.
The way you hug me from the back send chills to my heart. And your kisses on my forehead give peace to my mind.
Those callous hands of yours make me feel so secured. But I'm the one who wants to protect you whenever I see you asleep.
Just by watching you eat already fill me up. Still you always give me the first bite.
We don't always agree and we fight sometimes. Yet we easily get hurt if we see one another cry.
You trust that I can handle things on my own. Yet you always stay by my side.
Your voice calms my soul.
And your laughter is my world.
Your existence is my strength.
Yet I feel so weak when you're around.
I. You. We.
But I haven't met the you so how can there be a we.
When can I start seeing your face every morning? When can I take your smile into my dreams?
How would it feel once you hug me from the back, once you kiss me on my forehead?
When can I ever sleep in your arms? When can you ever lean on my shoulders? When can we ever start calling one another's names?
Is it even right to be waiting for someone you don't even know? Waiting for someone, even if you're not sure if he's going to you.
I wonder where you are right now.
Are you with someone else's arms?
Or are you alone like me?
Are you also waiting for me
like I am waiting for you?
Are you even excited to meet me?
But how would you know that it's me?
But what if I have already seen you in that crowded bus? What if I was about to be your colleague but I did not accept that job?
What if you're the one to sit beside me on that plane but you came in late? Or what if you're the one who bumped me on that street...
What if we're already supposed to meet one another. Yet we unknowingly chose not to.
I. You. We.
There's an I. A You.
But not a We.
@manawari_
