Familiar Strangers

| f a m i l i a r |

It must have been your smile or the look in your eyes that made me mistook love for familiarity. Although, it was not until years later that I realized it was never love at first sight.

Looking back I had thought I was captivated by your shy smile and how mystery hid beneath your coffee coloured eyes.

However, your smile was never shy; they were never wide enough to have reached your ears because they were fake. And though your eyes indeed hid mystery, they also hid your raging demons beneath your every calm gaze. But it was after I met them that I began to think that they have resembled the ones I have.

So perhaps it was never affection that I found kept in your irises but my own demons reflecting before me. That same lost and weary soul, looking for a place to belong—a place to call home.

During those times all I ever wanted was to be your home—for us to be each other's home. To tame the monsters that made you weary and fix you.

I wanted to believe it was love, but my young heart had unknowingly seen through you. Though it was never love at first sight my young heart had loved you nonetheless.