Since the majority of you reading this is blessed with quick internet, play this song whilst reading this- I found a boy by Miss Adele. Okay, end of bossy moment.
One of my guy friend’s oooold friends came to visit from Australia this month, and something about meeting him makes me feel like my life has irrevocably been changed. Although I am a firm believer (as firm as a confused teenager can get!) of getting to know somebody to truly start developing feelings for them (because personality can be a major turn off, I’ve learnt.) But meeting this guy, and spending time with him has been amazing. I am in love with his easy going attitude, his love for his pets, his passion for his dreams and most of all his wonderful, wonderful chivalrous ways.
So ofcourse- This is my first draft of my emotional musings- hehe
It was kind of perfect.
And being with you,
Meeting you,
Opening myself up to you
Made me realise
That the world
That the poetry
Is not based on the lucky few
But every human is open
And will experience this atleast once in life-
When you meet someone
And everything
Irrevocably
Has changed.
I remember that night
On board to your house
When you reached out your hand
And caressed my face.
I remember that night,
When I piped up the courage to come sit next to you
And you helped me pull the chair out.
And all night long- my right was warm,
For your left handed ways meant we were constantly touching.
At dinner’s end,
When you held the umbrella for me
To shield me from the rain
My heart beat against my chest,
as the raindrops did with the pavement.
I remember tonight,
When you held the cords of the television
So that I could continue dancing.
I remember before the parting
When we took a picture
And you had your arms around my shoulder,
And mine around your waist;
And I was pressed against,
And I smiled a genuine.
The cars pulled in
It was time to say goodbye,
I hugged you long,
I squeezed you tight.
Because if there was anything in this for you too,
I swear
In that moment
We were infinite.
It was a psychological thing. 