I remember the first time you walked by me; I had to go to 17 shops and smell nearly a hundred scents to find your perfume. Your fragrance has always smelt like the world I’d like to live in. Not a fan of chaos but I absolutely loved the moment when someone screamed your name and it came to my ears. Sometimes, I look at your photos just to make sure you’re real, not just a figment of my imagination. Despite having good grades, a better understanding, the best books, and all the resources I could ask for, I never figured out how a person’s smile could make my stomach churn and turn my world upside down. The sound of your laugh ringed in my ear like a melody. I always liked your eyebrows and how they framed your beautiful brown eyes that were the windows to a universe of untold stories. Some sad, while others happy. I liked the sad ones precisely. They reminded me of the clouds that appear before a storm. Gloomy, grey and all scattered in the beautiful blue sky. This was something that was undiscovered, unsaid, and all secret. I wanted to reach there; where all your stories echoed. I wanted to be the first one to have something of you for the first time. I wanted to be in the deepest corners of your soul and the center of your thoughts. I wanted to be the bird that flies over your head. The sky that you look up to whenever you’re sad. The ground where you lie down when you are tired. The wall you lean in to when you’re crying. The place you want to go when you’re happy. The music you dance to, the favorite poem that you recite, the wish that you pray for and the air you breathe in. I wanted to be many things, but more than anything else, I wanted to be yours.
They say feelings fade with time, but mine seem to have lost their way; they keep coming back.
