I wanna feel the way you make me feel when I’m With You. 

Im coming home. Im getting into my car all damp and cold. I turn up the heater and blast the stereo. Im listening to Fast Car but I’ve got you on my mind. Im driving and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and Im tapping my left foot to the beats of the song and Ive got you on my mind. I park the car into the driveway  and take my keys out. I step into a home filled with the smell of something delicious and something a little burnt. I drop my keys into the key bowl right next to the door and I throw away my bag and take off those sketchers. They are drenched. I walk in and as Im about to call you, you come to the door from the bedroom on hearing the little noise that I made. You look at me and instantly Im home. 

That face, that crinkled with worry forehead and those beautiful arms and those tiny legs are home. That slightly burnt food is home. That dining table that still needs to be assembled from Ikea is home. That makeshift rug and cushion couch is home. I am home when Im in your embrace with that sweet scent of something that I can never put my finger onto is home. That curly hair in a bun with loose strands all over is home. I am home around this mess and I wouldn’t want it any another way baby. 

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Wake up. I have been waiting for you. 

May you look around to find yourself amidst raindrops and wildflowers. May the wind be with you and may you to dance and tap and sing to its tune. May your songs be as bright as you are and may your days be echoing with laughter. May your smiles reach your ears and bring a twinkle to your eyes and may it soothe everyone around you. May your life bring you everything that you have wanted, wished and prayed for. May it give you everything that you have wanted.. And more. May there never be a moment of sorrow that lasts for far too long. May you jump out of bed, rather than drag your legs through the rug. May you be the shot of espresso that everyone needs in the morning, to feel that jolt of exhilaration. May you be surrounded with loved ones always, for all of your moments of sheer happiness and hopeless disappointments. I pray that your life be a series of adventures and mishaps. May you Fall and Rise and Fall Again and most importantly; May you Smile through it all. 

  

If You Could See That I’m the One Who Understands You; been here all Along. (Her) 

I was there today, just like I was there every other day. I was doing all the things that were expected of me. I was laughing at the right times, I was nodding when needed, I was apologizing, consoling, giggling and doing everything that I hadbeen doing  for the past coupleof  months or so. But my eyes just wouldn’t cooperate anymore. 

They were looking for him. Always looking for him. On entering this giant room, I always felt so belittled. I felt small and minute and looking at him.. Looking For him made me want to wrap myself around him and not feel little and alone anymore. 

He had the most compassionate eyes which I had had the pleasure of meeting only a bunch of times.. Sadly, the samecouldn’t  be said about meeting Him.  I had summoned the courage a billion times. I had even stopd behind him, trying to give the words in my throat a voice. But somehow, I always found myself fumbling and backing away. He had such a strong aura around him. He seemed so put together, so .. content with the way that he was. And I could never get past how foolish he’d think I was if he knew me. 

We had seen each other in these extravagant parties quite often but never said a word to one another. Little did he know, that I wanted to exchange about a gazillion words per minute, to him. I wanted to talk and laugh and smile at him forever.  I could picture us, sitting on the carpeted floor in a little corner, against a wall and talkkng for hours and hours about anything under the sun. I could see Us.. Him and I together. 

I wish our eyes would meet once again, and when they do, I hope they do the talking for me. I hope they tell you that I’m waiting for you. I’m wishinh that you come over here and sweep me away into the little library in the attic and you tell all your fears and doubts. I hope you tell me about your mother and your first high school sweetheart. I hope you look into my eyes and tell me that you’ve been pining over me like I have for you. 
Tell me that this could be real.. That this IS real.