I want to pick apart your brain and find that even the nooks and crannies are more beautiful than what I already know of you or maybe the complete opposite and that’s okay. I don’t want to skip to the end – to fast forward to the best part. I instead, should you not mind,  want to be here and converse as long as time permits . To know your dreams, to know what you’re most scared of, to know that you are real. That I am not coercing you into a love affair, a flawed expectation. I just want you to be you and me to be me and somehow we find ourselves dancing at halfway, willingly. That halfway does not mean half baked or a struggle with hesitation but more a place we want to be in at that point in time, at that point in our lives. Right now, you are far. Reality confines me to a distance and holds my tongue. There was a time when we knew so much about each other. And now we’ve been reduced to merely strangers. We’ve shared so much and yet right now as you stand before me, smiling, I am lost, within you and myself. Trying to understand, trying to gather myself and muster up some semblance of courage to speak what my chest wants to relieve itself of. It’s terrible you know. This anxiety. This reality. This situation. This everything. These perspired palms and weak knees, deep breaths and trembling hands. Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. This and everything.
