Dear Stranger

Strange things happen when we least expect it.

Or was it "good things"?

I am no longer sure of that.

And time?

Time has become destiny's tool in playing with a fool.

In my life, late nights and midnight are the ones I hate the most.

All of the strange things happen during those times.

Nightmares visit me during midnight that's why I stayed awake for a decade from midnight till dawn.

Emotional breakdowns happen during midnight.

Memories from the past goes flowing around during midnight.

But the strangest thing is,

I met a wonderful stranger under one midnight sky...

At that time, I still hate midnight.

Have you ever met someone whom you want to annoy every single day but still smile in every part of it?

Have you ever met someone whom you wish to kill for being so mean to you but still have him for the rest of this lifetime?

Have you ever met someone whom you thought that love is impossible to bloom again between you two but then it did?

Have you met someone who is your opposite zodiac but still your the same star?

At midnight,

yes.

I met him.

AGAIN.

He is annoying as it is. He always picks a fight with me by making me jealous because he knows I easily get annoyed of it.

He gets angry easily if I don't go home early and gets mad at me for not eating on time.

I can definitely hate him.

However, surprisingly...

after years and years, I can't hate him.

I found myself, loving him more instead...

I am scared.

God knows how much I do.

The fact that he came at my least unexpected time, it scared me. 

Coward.

Yes, that's what I've become.

After being through a lot of pain when I lost him before, that's what I've become.

Gamble.

But that's what it is.

Life, love, opportunities, and all things worth, they are all gained through this fate's gambling game.

It is risky and the probability of winning is much lesser than the probability of losing.

It is a game with all or nothing.

Because if you are still holding back, why bother loving?

And here I am.

Looking at you.

Listening to your voice.

Speaking your name.

Taking the risk.

Your haven.

That's what am I to you.

I should admit, I like you already the first time I saw your photos in my friend's social media account.

But, I hated you so much as soon as we started talking, all you did was piss me off. You are such a bully.

Then, strange things begin to happen that August night. Back to the night when you were drunk and you said,

I love you.

My world was shaken by a strong storm that I never thought would visit me in the middle of my most depressing state.

I lost you.

I left your world and found comfort in my own.

It was satisfying.

But it was lonely.

I couldn't reach out to the world I left so I just used my hands as my handkerchief as I cried all through the night.

For three long years..

But then, there you are.

Waiting for me...

And here I am.

Waiting for you...

Listening to me even if I don't speak a word.

I am listening to you beyond words can imagine.

Turning tables.

Humming a harmony that made me come to my senses.

Then one day, I found myself lifting my cross again.

This time, together with pain, I lifted it with a smile.

I smiled.

Yes, I did.

I smiled because this time, you are here with me again.

And I have no more plans of letting you go.

I AM LUCKY.

Because you are mine and I am yours...

You showed me how beautiful the world could be if we choose to live in the present rather than getting stuck in the remnants of our past.

You taught me how to see that I'm not the only one struggling to survive in this gamble of life.

I am not the only one risking.

Gambling.

All or nothing.

"I am taking this gamble for you", you said.

"So do I", I replied.

When I was the one who didn't respond to you, you were the one who continued pursuing me.

When I shut my eyes from the world, you opened it with your own life in line.

When I didn't listen to anybody, you were the voice I kept hearing during late nights.

When I was awake in the world's sleeping hours, you were the one who stayed awake with me.

When I was afraid of the sunshine, you were the one who stayed and patted my back as I cry my heart out under that moonlight.

When I was loosing hope in love, you were the one who brought me back to love.

When I could no longer find my words, you fed me with stories you carved from the depths of your own heart.

That's when I have seen how beautiful the night is.

That's when all the cold night breeze turned into a calm wind touching every inch of my body.

That's when nightmares started to turn into a sweet dreamland.

That's when the night became the time I love the most.

That's when all the strange things I hate started to fade.

That's when a strange thing became the sweetest feeling I would treasure for the rest of my life.

That's when you finally opened my heart that was once locked.

That's when I found,

Love.

You.

Unlike other love stories in the world, ours is authentic as it is.

We are not opposites that attract.

We are not each other's love at first sight.

We are not destiny's game heroes.

We are simply,

You and Me.

I would rather say, we are like shining rocks in the universe that were drawn together by the earth's gravitational force.

Tiny. Broken. Harmed. Judged.

Shining and Living in the same late night.

Then you said,

"We are two strangers collided by the stars together"

And I replied,

"And like tiny stars drawn by the heavens together"

"I love you"

"I love you more."

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