It Could Only be You
Well, would you look at that?
Yes it is me, to write, to scribble, to read, to memorize, to learn, to find, to smile and to explore, YOU.
I am nothing but predictable, huh. I have no shame in admitting that after all these years, after all this time and you still haunt me.
Ghosts of our memories and sound of our laughs, the witness of our burning passion and all these stars, who would have thought. And then there is you, this softness that you hide, this grace in you, so ladylike and then this raging fire to be consumed within thoroughly, every second for every little while. Engrossed in my every thought and every action, making me vulnerable oh the shine in your eyes, admiration. I reach out to trace you, trace that smile and the way you melt happily into me with a sigh and I drink it, I drink it all shamelessly, hopelessly, hungrily coz I am always afraid of this running time.
They should invent me something to make moments freeze, like one time I was looking at you, forgetting even to breathe. I literally forget where I was, I stood up and kissed you hungrily oh and there was this gasp, we had made a scene and we were so in trouble and all that hazing it brought it was worth it as it had made us officially a couple. I want to freeze that moment when your eyes shone like ambers and I knew, that you knew, you'll always be mine.
So, honey, tell me to burn, burn like constellations, always lightening with love even though falling apart. Coz no matter what, love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
And no matter where I was wrong but love and loving you was never a mistake and I'd always love you damn be the consequences.
(To be Contd..)
She will be the one
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