Words in my head are like tidal waves whenever I think of you. You've bared your soul with little to no hesitations. I've done the same thing, too, almost as if I should not think twice in doing so. We talked for hours and day by day about things we only once bared in our dreams. In those moments, I knew I got what I needed--a stranger. A stranger that would constantly nag and push me to veer away from my excessive sluggishness to even talk about my nonexistent life.
We are unimaginable. Unimaginable because it is wrong. Unimaginable because it's beyond the circumference of my belief. Unimaginable no matter how much you beg the world to align itself with the other planets just so to see a slightest hint of possibility.
Because in this life, we could only meet twice.
I've already met you once.
One long and enduring road of knowing how incredible you are. How you indirectly taught me how one should not settle for anything less than what this world can offer. You are incredible even in your idle moments. You emit waves of joy and utter misery. You make everyone feel your presence. You surely did. I bet you knew how solitary feels like. Your soul have traversed a hundred miles that made you so golden. You've dug your own grave countless times and knew the right way out just in time to get a new tattoo. I bet you didn't know how much one sentence from you could go for a thousand meanings. Even in very discreet places, you have made me feel secure and safe. I didn't have to say these things on the time that I first met you. I know there will never be a chance to meet you again before the last one. So now I'm dancing my way in between the moments of having met you once until I meet you again--if the universe permits.
This is when I'm most grateful for the first time I have met you. Ever since I left our hideout, my insecurities are crawling their way back to me. But I look back and think on those days when you, without malice and without inner motives, have joined me in my almost impossible quest of digging my way out of my own grave.
God I missed writing.
We are unimaginable. Unimaginable because it is wrong. Unimaginable because it's beyond the circumference of my belief. Unimaginable no matter how much you beg the world to align itself with the other planets just so to see a slightest hint of possibility.
Because in this life, we could only meet twice.
I've already met you once.
One long and enduring road of knowing how incredible you are. How you indirectly taught me how one should not settle for anything less than what this world can offer. You are incredible even in your idle moments. You emit waves of joy and utter misery. You make everyone feel your presence. You surely did. I bet you knew how solitary feels like. Your soul have traversed a hundred miles that made you so golden. You've dug your own grave countless times and knew the right way out just in time to get a new tattoo. I bet you didn't know how much one sentence from you could go for a thousand meanings. Even in very discreet places, you have made me feel secure and safe. I didn't have to say these things on the time that I first met you. I know there will never be a chance to meet you again before the last one. So now I'm dancing my way in between the moments of having met you once until I meet you again--if the universe permits.
This is when I'm most grateful for the first time I have met you. Ever since I left our hideout, my insecurities are crawling their way back to me. But I look back and think on those days when you, without malice and without inner motives, have joined me in my almost impossible quest of digging my way out of my own grave.
God I missed writing.
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