Up until last week
when we used to see each other
accidentally in the hallways
of this second home,
we'd nod, sometimes smile,
rarely did we say a "hello"
or any other word.
This week
we saw each other
accidentally -
or so you think, my dear -
and we hugged,
on the staircase of the third
floor and I was a stair lower than you
and you kissed my head and I rested
for two seconds on your arm and
accidentally (or so it seems,
my dear) kissed it.
Today
I looked into your eyes
and prayed to whoever is there
or is not that one day
it won't be odd of me to whisper
in your ear, a word or two;
my own synonyms to "I love you."
Today,
after looking into your eyes,
you walked away
but all I wanted to say
was how I now understand
the "falling in love" metaphor
of Hazel Grace.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Up until last week
when we used to see each other
accidentally in the hallways
of this second home,
we'd nod, sometimes smile,
rarely did we say a "hello"
or any other word.
This week
we saw each other
accidentally -
or so you think, my dear -
and we hugged,
on the staircase of the third
floor and I was a stair lower than you
and you kissed my head and I rested
for two seconds on your arm and
accidentally (or so it seems,
my dear) kissed it.
Today
I looked into your eyes
and prayed to whoever is there
or is not that one day
it won't be odd of me to whisper
in your ear, a word or two;
my own synonyms to "I love you."
Today,
after looking into your eyes,
you walked away
but all I wanted to say
was how I now understand
the "falling in love" metaphor
of Hazel Grace.
May.21.2014
