There's this perfect scenario in my head of the day we'd get to see each other again.

I'll be in a hurry to catch this new local romcom movie of that one actor you like so much and you will be there among other movie goers still lounging in bean bags. I would catch you staring at me from a distance and holding your gaze for what would be the longest three seconds of my life — but I would feel nothing. Then slowly, real slowly, just like in movies, I would turn to look at the face of an angel whose fingers mine are latched. I would smile the same way I did the first time you told me you love me and we'd walk away from you without ever looking back.

I want you to know that after all you've done, I am still capable to give the same extent of love I gave you once.

Although sometimes, I would picture something totally different. We would hold each other's gaze until a smile forms in our lips and our toes lead us to where our fingers could reunite. I missed you, you'd say. Then for what would feel like an eternity, I would bury my head in that familiar space between your shoulder and your chest.

What took you so long, I'd whisper.

have

you ever

burst into tears

just because you were

so in love with someone

not because they hurt you

not because they made you happy

but just because they were there talking

about whatever stuff they love to talk about

and you couldn't pay much attention anymore

because all you could ever think of is that you would

fight demons just to make sure you will never lose them

and so you will start tearing up right then and there

because you finally realize that at least for once

the love you have is so much bigger than

who you are, who you were, and what

you will become and it overwhelms

you how you are capable to love

someone so much more than

you thought you ever could

i mean yeah it sounds

cheesy and all

but have

you