The wind blew.
There the dream was, being you.We sat side-by-side, hand-in-hand.
Not uttering a single demand.But we didn't need to.
Even if they called us a weird couple.
Because as our love grew, we were fine relaxing with the gentle breeze. Transcending the need for words. When you lay on my shoulder, even if the wind gets colder my recognition and affection for you gets bolder.Because that's how it should be.
It's not so simple as a single "we" as it is "you and me." Two different people, two different aspirations.You may call me crazy, but honestly I'm fine like this. I love this. Some don't seem to understand it. Why I'm fine not saying anything.
I've been questioned "Are you guys awkward," while I responded to the girl instead, "I enjoy peaceful times in silence too."
And I do. Maybe fate has turned its' clock-hands in a different way now; but my mentality is the same.
The person is gone, but so to speak. A love I wish for, a love that should appear more.
A solace; a time when people just relax, possibly exchange conversation, but the thing that needs to be understood is that you don't always need to talk. It's not always awkward if we don't.
Be more relaxed.
Get more comfortable with each other.
Everyone needs alone time; but rest time where you don't say a word can also be very refreshing.
So don't worry about it.

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Psychology Anthology:Optus Jargon
PoetryLife. Life is complex. Life hurts. Life loves. Sometimes you love life. Sometimes you hate it. Sometimes you just want to give it all up. Sometimes you just want to stay in a place, forever. Sometimes it's never. Sometimes it's always. Sometimes you...