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When People Ask Me About You

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When people would ask me about you…

… I’d say you’re a burst of sunshine, a breath of fresh air. When you walk in a room, you have the slightest spring in your steps. Like you’re always happy about something, like you’re constantly looking for ways to cheer up people. And I’d say you have the most arresting smile. It reaches your eyes, your pupils becoming, for a minute, two brilliant orbs that could light up not only an entire room, but also someone’s entire life. I’d also say you’re an amalgam of charm, wit, and sexiness. A rare fusion; a magnetic blend.

When people would ask me how we met…

… I’d say we didn’t start with the usual hi and hello. You just held my hand, pulled me into a kiss, ran your fingers through my hair, wrapped your arms around me one night, and at that moment… I met you. Like really, truly met you. When your lips gently, tentatively touched mine, I was suddenly thrown into a different realm; a place that I must’ve visited in a dream. As the kisses became longer and harder, I was pulled deeper into an otherworldly dimension, an alternate universe where the idea of you and I is possible.

When people would ask me why ‘we’ cannot become a reality…

… I’d say time is against us. It’s not yet the right moment; something as good as this shouldn’t be rushed. In a perfect world, it would be easy to just fall in love and be together. But this is the real world. When the kisses stop, when the sweetness subsides, when the night ends… the alternate universe turns upside down. And we are faced with the reality that it’s not yet our time.

When people would ask me if I can wait…

… I’d say yes. Wait for wounds to heal, wait for hearts to fall. You make me think of better days, so I will wait until everything is crystal. If you’re still there, standing in front of me after the dust has settled, then I’ll know… we’ll both know. That this time, it’s our turn. TC mark

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