It seems I know you from the past.
but how can I not.
perhaps what is imprinted in my brain
for thousands of years all over again,
is what you are as a man.
It is not karma or destiny
De javu nor reincarnation
it is not fabricated emotion
crafted for my convenience
as on every stage everything falls to place
imprints buried in my neurons
lights up as I recognize a pattern
fitting perfectly inevitably agree
I AM RUNNING OUT OF REASON
as the most natural thing happens
I wanna make your morning coffee
I wanna warm you more under the blanket
I wanna round my arms pull you closer
greet you with a peck on your neck
I wanna love you, and make sure you know you are loved
I wanna make you feel complete and fulfilled
Satiated and content
And because I can't give you all of that,
I will back down and give a chance,
To someone else who could give you all that
Like the way I could.
No matter how I much I would.
I love you.
There is no doubt about that.
It is the type of love that seeps slowly,
over the passage of time,
over escalation of private encounters,
over honest conversation,
and shall stay for a very long time.
A love which is hard to shrug off.
A love that I cannot pretend that I am not.
A love that makes one sobs in the dead of the night.
Realizing one's falling hard.
A love that is inevitable yet, impossible.
And I have no other choice but to face the truth
That this gonna hurt any other way.
And I have no other choice, but to accept the pain wholely, beautifully, sincerely, thankfully
That I had the chance to be acquinted to such form of pure, unconditional love, in this life time.
I love you.
I really do.
