September 3rd.

It has only been 3 weeks & 3 days since that day. 

And it has been like I have been longing forever.

A part of me is so sure I want to run straight to you.

A part of me is laughing at my self, being in this obsession which we all  know, 

will not suit me.

It is almost impossible to switch what we're used to, comfortable to, for so many many years. No matter how I am compelled to do so.  

Not all have the courage to change the status quo. To change the way we have lived for a very long time for a certain someone. Although, before my very eyes, someone has done that for me over this course of twelve years. And I might have too, under my consciousness, done the same thing for him. 

Adapting to our new invented mold under that union of, what we called 'love'. 

It is amazing how people would do a 'leap of faith' to some unfamiliar ground for someone that they barely knew. I got no energy left for that, especially, when I am already so comfortable with my current place and position. When I am already loving my surrounding, which I have created and decorated for my utmost intention of comfort. Why would I wanna leave all this for a new voyage to the unknown.

I am all about exploration to find new opportunities in the other land, but, all journey should always start from the same safe house that I call home.

Some people are very young at heart, with  so many courage inside. Perhaps they don't know what they want to and gonna find anyway. Thus the energy to continue searching, bound every time to a new journey. 

Some people have that wandering soul even until they have ripened, not knowing how to settle down. But not me, I am bound to where I should be. My core. That I have found after carrying out the similar journey when I was younger.

I knew what I wanted to find and  have found what I have been looking for, here.

I like what I have found, it gives me utmost comfort, although I do know that I am compromising other vital matter, which at the end, has created a void in me. The shore where I dropped the anchor is not the  beach with perfect water temperature. But, I could live with the ever soft white sand running through my toes and feast on the view of transparent turquoise colored sea, couldn't I?

But I have to tell you, you feel familiar. You feel like that perfect water temperature that could just fill my void right away, and I could fill yours. I am honestly scared that the more I know you, the more I will drown in that deep blue sea.

Being close to you, feels like, crashing my waves onto you, to then being together to fit the mold. 

It feels like the most natural thing I would have ever done.

It feels like I could just look into your eyes, being fulfilled and completed.