I've always been slightly obsessed with the human mind. It just fascinates me.
How is it that one second a person can be a stranger. And yet, one second later, they become your whole life.
I'm not sure if it's the way you first looked at me, like for once in my life I was being looked at and not through. Or maybe it's how you made me feel like finally, I wasn't so alone.
It's been 625 days since that first look. And I am happier than ever.
For you, I would wait forever If it meant eventually getting to spend the rest of my days With You.
Finally at Peace.
This poem is an alternate ending to a poem I wrote titled 625 (Dark).