I promised myself once that when fate let our paths cross again and you wrap me around your arms, I'm going to hold you back and won't ever let go.
Well, I guess, I'm really not good with promises. I missed you so bad and I planned that night to be totally different from the last. No more building of walls. No more creating of distances. No more role-playing of blind-deaf-mute. But as always, when that damn big rat starts lingering my chest, plans, like promises, are like ashes. They become remnants of a once burning flame, now - useless, senseless, ready to be blown away.
The fire is still inside of me, I know. It started with a spark on that one fine day, when I found myself sitting across from you, and eventually talking closely to you for hours as if the day will never last. I wish you felt something special, too, 'coz people around us noticed that certain warmth between us. And whatever that is, I had no control of. It had thought itself to flare over the years.
That night's fun was unforgettable. Food, beer, music - some little things we have in common. Oh yeah, I couldn't resist glancing at you from time to time. You couldn't blame me, you were annoyingly magnetic. Had you been checking on me, too? How I wish....
The only chance I got to sit closer to you was in the coffee shop - when you were half-awake and half-asleep trying to regain a little energy from a restless night. That was a great morning view - me, sitting in a cozy place, sipping a hot coffee and looking at the most refreshing face in front of me. I couldn't help but smile. What a wonderful world indeed - enjoying life and its simplest beauty and pleasure.
I'd like to start my day tomorrow having another beautiful morning view again - still in a cozy place, with a hot coffee and you - wide awake and smiling back at me (this time)..... :D
Good morning....
