Sunday, June 19, 2016

When our eyes closed,

It was one afternoon, I met him when winter almost turned spring, but we felt warm enough as if it was summer. I've never met a guy as kind-hearted as he was, and I've never known anyone as adoring as he was. If I had listened to my heart, and be less afraid, we would've, we would've pictured things differently. Not that I regret meeting him, in one fine beach, one warm sea. But if only I was as infatuated as he wanted me to be, or I was as calm as I wanted myself to be, we would've turned out so differently now.

It's just that, I miss looking into your eyes and see you nod approvingly. 
Still I'm glad we met in a world where our eyes were closed.

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