Sometimes I sit and wonder, for hours on end- losing all sense of time. As though I’m a bird trapped in a cage, with no escape. It doesn’t happen frequently but when it does, it takes over my whole being. That’s what happens, when it’s you.
I sit to wonder if you’ll still think of me the same when we’re old and grey. If you’ll remember the way I laughed, the softness in my voice, the nights and the days, the memories we made or will I slowly fade and be replaced. Will you ever come across my writings? And find sentences that fit you, fit us.
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I imagine myself with tired eyes (there’s no longer a shine), strands of white hair outlining the shape of my face, sitting on the floor surrounded by the laughter of children; telling them stories of a friendship so pure- that even after many trials and tribulations it still remained. Not out of force but because of two hearts and the love they had for each other. The stronger the wind would blow, the harder they would love.
Every evening the children patiently wait to hear beautiful tales of you. They listen ever so carefully as I speak in your admiration. Their starry-eyes slowly drifting off, into a world of their own; where they dream of their very own best friend; who is exactly like you, your mirror.
//So even if you forget it all, it’s ok. I’ll make sure it forever remains; somewhere, anywhere.//
You are the definition of, I crave “a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous.” ♡ – Rumi
I have a love so deep, the ocean -is jealous. 🥀