You are someone I can’t critique for you
made me feel complete in a way I have
never felt in those few and honest words of yours.
We shall be on our own path soon and these very thoughts had been
haunting me since the day we sowed these seeds
of affection for each other. Loving you has been
the most beautiful chapter in my life
and deeply wished to keep it.
I don’t know how much more time I still have to be with you.
Time is running out giving me a panic attack each time I think of it.
At times I just wish to hold the time from ticking off and stagnant the moment.
Life has been a blessing and I couldn’t have asked for more.
I know I have not been the best neither will I be
but all that I was to you was the best I could ever be.
I love you with everything that I ever know that I have,
with those parts that are known to me
and the part yet to be discovered
and with the parts that I will never discover.
I love you with all the particles that I am,
I’d known and yet to know or probably I’d never know and a little more.
Ours was a quiet love, a tactic one.
It came without a prelude or a preamble.
You hardly said the word love and there wasn’t a need of it,
after all, it was all found in our laughter and our silences.
If we had doubts then the time has told us otherwise.
No doubt it was a gentle love.
It was hands and lips and heart in tandem.
There was motion in our body and emotion in our discourse.
We were a symphony of melody and melancholy.
When you find peace in each other company there is no mistaking.
It was also a kind of love,
selfless in nature that happens to meet in Crossroads.
I saw love in your smile and recognize it
for the first time but we both had our
plane to catch.
It will remain as a serendipitous love…