Longing for You.

Photo by Nadine Shaabana on Unsplash

You stand so close to me.

Yet so far from me.

We may have met recently,

But it feels like I have known you for so long.

But who am I to you?

We talk.

We laugh.

We listen to songs loved by each other.

And love them too.

Make fun of each other too.

What we have is amazing.

But I cannot help but dream

Of what it could be.

Of what we could make it to be.

Shall we accomplish this dream?

But that fear of growing is always there.

“What if she doesn’t like me the same way?”

“What if I ruin it all?”

So many doubts and fears.

I say, “Fuck it all.”

You were someone else’s before.

I was someone else’s as well.

But do we find each other now?

Or do we live on like it never happened?

I choose the latter.

I never thought that this would happen.

I only wish this could go well.

But what I have tried to say,

Is that I care for you.

I want more of you, every day.

I long for you.

Thanks for reading.