I know you’re probably never going to read this, I know you’ll never find the interest to look up into my blogs to see if I’ve written anything about you, because you’re like that: careless, free, trusting and happy. It's a fact that we would probably never discuss something I’ve posted: because of the way you feel about my virtual life, the way you respect my spaces andhow much you'd rather have me say whatever I have to say to you straight-faced.
You know? I've learned to love the way you subtly kiss me to take away my phone when I want to show you something I saw online; and how gently you caress my face and ask me about my day.
I can't describe the way it feels to see how my past affects you, the way it bothers you how much weight I was carrying and how much you dislike to talk about anything that saddens me. You'll just ask me if I need to talk about it to feel better, and then drop the subject to never speak of it again. Always leading the conversation back to a serene happiness. Always placing a warm kiss on my forehead.
I've learned so much about the way you think and how much you feel about the life we're living and how you feel about the immediate future. I've gone so deep beneath your skin in such a short time... And you don't even know,how deep you've gone into mine.
Frankly, as cliché as it may sound, I have no idea of what was I doing before this, before you. I can't seem to understand how could I be so bitter before. You're so carelessly loving, so easy it is to feel the same way when you're around. It all makes me laugh to think of the way I felt and how angry I was before. It makes me wonder how could I hold it inside for so long.
You've been a game changer since day one,and I can't be anything but grateful. I can't do anything else than write about this, as I wait now at the airport gate, thinking that you drove three hours at night just to drop me here with a smile and a forehead kiss, asking me to enjoy my time and my friends, while you stay home to work. I can't help but feel I am most blessed...
And you may never read this, but still, I have to write it. Because the world should know,because the world needs to know: You're a dream and I never want to wake up.