~Possibility of us~
I fell in love with the possibility of us. The possibility of us standing together on the same path, sitting on the same land. I force my voice to call your name out, in the name of the possibility of those sound waves to reach your ears. I cry because of the possibility of you not being here, the possibility of you getting taken away from me. The cruel circumstances knock at the door of my fate and I, breathing the same damp air, only search for your warm hand and nothing else. When the cold seeps in my bones and I see nothing in front me, I fell in love with the possibility of you guiding me on the right way, to our forever home. I fell in love with it; the possibility of us.
*when the inspiration strikes, jot it down right away*