Tell me what you can say about perfection and finding love, beauty and grace under one sight. We never get to see Casablanca together, I was comfortably nestled in the cradle of your presence, I was overwhelmed and basking in the glory of your eyes, your attention and I crawled inside your brain and curled up.
We talked about everything and nothing, about love and our fears, the past that would somehow creep in slow crescendo, obliterating our senses. You saw my pain wrapped in the facade of non-chalance and you slowly dust away the jaded years and the childhood fears. I saw your tinge of anger and regrets and I would slowly envelop you in my arms, planting small kisses in your temples, urging, patient and no judgement. Somehow we are two damaged beings, meeting in a common ground, two cords entwined, binded. We are both broken and beautiful in our own way, but what is most exceptional is finding the pretty in our cracks and jagged pieces and fitting it snugly together. We bear our imperfection with pride and let the light shine on these wreckage.
I don't know a lot of things, but I know about love and distance like the back of my hand. We will both brave time zones and have faith in this slow burn and wanting that keep us aflame. Someday seem to be so far away but I will patiently fold my hands and wait for the tide and time to come, until I find you standing, amber eyes aglowing, waiting and your perpetual smile causing ripples in my wake.
