One day, we’ll sit together, beer in our hands and smiles on our faces. We’ll talk about how we used to be. You’d tell me about all the adventures you’ve had, the loves you’ve loved, and the life you’ve had.
I’d tell you about all the stories I haven’t told you, the crazy things I never thought I’d do, the beautiful views I’ve seen, and all the loves I’ve loved. I’d ask you more questions than I ever had the chance before. I’d get to know you again. Heck, I’d get to know more.
I always wonder about how it will be when we see each other. Will it be the same us with just a different you and I? Will it be like not a decade passed between us? Will having you beside me be familiar?
Or will we be strangers? Mere faces in both our distant memories. We’ll share the same stories but the people in our stories are different from the ones beside us. Will we share the same awkward hello as the first time we met? Or will we hug each other as tight as we did when we said goodbye?
All these things I have yet to know. And I will continue to wonder until we meet again.
Give me a pill for my empty days
For when my heart feels hollow
And my soul seems heavy
Give me a pill to whisk me away from my tunnel
Cold and dark
Bring me light
Give me a pill
Set me free
Till I am weightless
You are my madness
The kind of crazy I long for
Steady and exciting at same time
Safe and deliriously thrilling all at once
You are my peace
The kind only brought about by a slow day
Uneventful yet satisfying
You are my art
The kind of beauty that stands out
Like the hues of a sunset
Exquisite and truly captivating
You are my love
The beautiful madness in my heart
Wait for me
as I try to find myself,
while I fix what’s broken in me,
and while I slowly become the best me for you.
Wait a little. Just a little longer.
I’ll be there soon…
It’s a lie that all wounds heal.
They just stop hurting.
And you stop being aware of them.
Once you remember them?
Everything comes back in a heart-stopping moment that leaves you breathless.
And just like that, you’re back to square one:
Fixing yourself again.
A beautiful string of words
A poem cradling my soul
A soft rhythm
A warm embrace
A goodbye that wasn’t said
A home I used to have
A dream never to come true
A love I’ll never have
“…a part of me still thinks we’re an unfinished story. The biggest cliffhanger of all time. A TV series on its winter break. A movie franchise rearing for its sequel. An ellipsis before the next chapter.
I guess I lived my life secretly thinking we’ll see each other again. And somehow the universe would be on my side then and everything will work out between us. But that’s where I’m dead wrong. People only meet again in movies and we are not an unfinished story. I want our story to be unfinished because I just couldn’t let you go. “