Hey you. Yeah, you. Have you ever met someone who, despite their imperfections, appear so perfect? Or rather, it is the perfections that overturns everything else, including your heart. Yes. You do, if you're thinking of that. How come do we stay the same, as best friends, after all the emotions coursing through my blood?
When I look at you, you have this halo over your head like it's made out of the brilliant sun. You're like a shooting star on the dark, black sky of my Life. There's this gentle tremor in my heart with every step you take. When you breathe, I am left breathless. When you speak, I fumble for words. I'm outright intoxicated by your mere sight. When you step into my proximity, my mind feels the pleasant, summer breeze just after the onslaught of the winter cold. I sleep peacefully, listening to your familiar voice.
As I look into your eyes, I look into a stormy sea, with lightnings and thunderstorms, that shakes and rocks the boat. They are full of Life and Love and I find myself getting lost into that ocean, drowning into that abyss.
As I look at your hands, I feel the need to fill them up with mine and close them for eternity. I feel this urge to intertwine my fingers with your's just so I can lock myself onto you. To feel your gaps and fill it up to be as One.
So often, I feel this spark inside me. That raging fire of my youthful exuberance which smoldering down to a candle light in your presence. I feel like I'm losing, yet I still don't mind just because it's you. I lose myself to make you win.
I feel raw emotions coursing through my body. It is like I've found my purpose of Life. I feel the urge to make you feel elated, even if it kills me. I feel the stake through my heart, when I come to disappoint you. But, you say this is Friendship. Can't these all mean something more?