Looking at the flatness of the completely black sky, I was wishing you'd fall like a shooting star and land right beside me.
I'll catch you like letting go of you would be the biggest mistake of my life.
I'll arrest you with all of my strength and keep you to myself until our bodies become numb.
In times like this, when I am alone, your image keeps reappearing to fuel my lingering longing.
It is as if my spirit is desperate to leave my self to desperately search for you.
So overwhelming is this need that it seems my small body is unable to contain everything inside,
And suppressing it any minute longer is a tremendous effort.
Like my small heart is ready to burst into a million sharp pieces.
As I found my scattered self all gathered after,
I began the journey again of imagining you.
You punctuated that uncertain area of my life,
From a question mark to a period.
It came to me that you are the answer that has been here all along.
I have never been too lost and too sure of the same thing confusing me at the same time.
I love you without reservations.
Without knowing why and how or when.
I just do.
As sure as the sun will be with the sky in the morning,
As sure as it will set again in the evening,
And as sure as I will be staring at the flatness of the night again.
I love you like there's no other better way to love anyone.
And maybe some day we could find that place where we could be together.
We'll sing all our songs.
We'll laugh on all our foolishness.
We'll roll endlessly on grass, openly,
We'll do nothing but stare at the sky, together.
Without a care in the world.