Love encompasses a vast array of emotions that humans can only hope to understand. But there’s this strange occurrence about you. You make me want to live, & to die; to be made into something new. Hope & understanding linger with every breath you take. In your wake, you leave beauty, & to me, a stranger who laughs at the idea of some greater force, trembles because for once I have glanced upon a being whom I wish to love.

Feelings I never knew existed have started to surface when you’re around. As if you were the tide washing truth over the shores; depositing little embers within my very soul. You have shown me the path of pain & lose, as well as the path that leads to happiness. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that the latter path looks quite remarkably like you.

On days like today, tragedies strike, but you just smile ravishly. Sometimes it seems as if the world tries breaking you into tiny shards of yourself, but once again the world has failed. Maybe you were a concoction of the universe from the start. Resilient & strong, uncompromising & powerful, astounding & lovely. You hold the key to every desire that I have held locked away. With that sliver of metal, you’ve unlocked all that it means to exist; to live & to die.

I choose you. In a world that has turned love into a joke, I claim you as the person to walk alongside me. Through the life I have tried running from, I wish for you to be at my side. As a guide, as a partner, as the one in which I adore. You have given me a reason to become something more.

I could’ve woken you up in the morning and could’ve been the sun that rises even when we both live in a place where it never does.
I could’ve taken you to museums, at least 2 of where I’ve been to. The first one, we’ll have to take the bus because I’d tell you that I’m too lazy to drive but for the second one, I will tell you that I’ll drive you there.
My car would look at me as though it knows that there is another soul seating in the passenger seat – it was no longer some books, a box of pizza, or my dog.
I could’ve taken photos of you in that place, post them everywhere but subtly so that they can see that there are at least 2 forms of art in that photo — the one you’re looking at and the one I’m looking at.
I could’ve talked to you at night under the stars, in the same rooftop where I told you that I liked the cathartic experience of doing just what we could’ve done; the same rooftop where you talked about your life, at least some pieces of it.
I could’ve brought you to where I used to study. We could’ve walked the halls that stared at me for being too alone and too lonely only so I could tell them, “Hey, here he is, finally.” and they could’ve smiled at me because they know how long the longing lasted.
We could’ve taken a stroll in the shade of the trees or could’ve had a picnic there while watching the joggers and the sunset.
I could’ve introduced you to my friends – they’ve been meaning to meet you. They too know how long I’ve been stuck on an island by myself. They know who I was when I was eleven and when I was sixteen and I bet, if you gave them a chance, you could’ve heard the crazy things we did.
And maybe they could’ve liked you. They could’ve told me how lucky I was and probably would’ve warned me that if I hurt you, they’d stick with you instead of me.
I could’ve introduced you to my family — my mom liked you even then. I could’ve introduced you to my little brother who I would consider as the biggest and most important judge of character because I believe that children can sense goodness in people and he could’ve seen that in you.
I could’ve written you letters, could’ve left random little tokens I would've used for all the words I cannot muster to say.
I could’ve played the piano for you even if I just know, at most, 3 songs; even though I don’t really know how to read notes at all.
I could’ve introduced you to the artists I like and I could’ve known more of yours. I could’ve listened to them and I would have had to remember you every time.
I could’ve held your hand, could’ve eaten brunch with you, could’ve read you a poem.
I could’ve loved you — could have – if I was the given the chance.
But, I was and I could’ve used it but I didn’t.

last night was our night
we went to a show
and the show started
and we watched the show
and we liked the show
and the show was over
and so was our night

All in this together.
All in this forever.

All have influence.
Each choice has continuance.

Every person you know:
a living domino.

Think twice about how
you unwittingly allow
their pushes to make you bow.

And think thrice about who
comes leaning on you,
for not every pathway is true.