(Offering your dream, what can possibly be more spectacular than that?)ĭandelions aren’t picked out by themselves. You offer a sense of rooting, a sense of ‘I got you’ that I know I’ll never get anywhere else. I want you to know, that you offer that to other people. You once said you wanted stability in your life. (I like to think that we understand each other even without words) But somehow you fit into me so perfectly. And I truly don’t know how else to describe it, or say it even in proper sentences. You are, in your deepest essence for me, a home. In a way, you’re some of my most beautiful firsts. The first one to somehow take all of me and make some sort of sense of it. (There are times when I thank everything for meeting you)Īll these years, and you’re my first friend who actually listened to me. You smile so prettily do you know? I find myself go quiet so many times when you’re talking and laughing and smiling, all because I’m looking at you.
(I’m sorry, but all this time, I wasn’t that brave to answer these questions) Do you know, all these months of having nothing much to do and I’ve refused to think about leaving you? I’ve refused to think about how far apart we may be, refused to think about the both of us meeting new people, refused to think about how I won’t see you often. I’m crying while writing this, and it’s been a long time since I’ve cried for a person. Do you know what it means? (everlasting love) You are, what I would love to call, a burst of baby breaths. When you would re-read our chats together over here and maybe hopefully smile, just as I do every single time. I’m sure you’ll read this one day, when you click on my account and go to my page, and suddenly discover this new post.
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