If God were a naughty child,
He would suddenly appear
and say, “Tadah! I’m just here.
Are you alright?”

Or if He were like one of us,
He would say, “Hey dude!
Do you remember me?”

Or, He would perhaps pop out
and mutter, “Yahoo! Is everything okay?

Or say, “Hello! Anybody home?”

Funny how Wendy’s
feels like a five-star resto
when I am with you.

He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes fall upon his infant daughter. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age, even though she might not understand half of it. He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life. He is there to tell her to go ask her mother, when her mother told her to ask him. He is there to lecture her, prepare her for the monster called high school. He is there to put up with her teenage moods and her co-ed relationships. He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a workingwoman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all). He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad. But most of all, he is always there to love her. And she is always there to love him back.

Let’s go to the beach and
make sandcastles,
bury each other and
leave our footsteps on
the wet sand
pick up pebbles and shells
by the seashore
like we did when we we’re young
let’s swim in the vast waters
carry me like a newly wed bride,
lift me into the air
and swing me to the sea
join me into the deep
and together fathom what we have in bliss

let’s go treasure hunting
at the bottom of the deep blue
together let’s find Titanic’s debris
and reminisce Rose and Jack’s
tragic love story

let’s swim deeper, s
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                                                       m, deeper
                                              
                                                        let’s get lost and find ours.

I love your eyes, your nose, your mouth
the stubble on your face
and that you’re too lazy to shave

I like the way you call my name,
how big your hands are
that mine was dwarfed by yours.

I love your scent, the way you hug,
how it feels so cozy and
how it isn’t awkward.
I love how you walk me to our house,
the way our eyes meet in a crowd
and you smile and I know that smile is just for me.

I love the way you text me when I’m sick
to make sure I’m okay, the way
I can tell you almost anything.

I love the way you asked me if I was okay
after you saw me crying and I love
how you let me vent to you.
But I hate how we’re both shy.
Please, give me a sign
or tell me at least, be brave
because I know we both feel the same.

Dear world, I like the
idea that somewhere, you
are hiding my love.

I imagine that
we’re doing the same mundane
things at the same time,

waiting as the time
counts down until the day that
we finally meet.