For Me, It's You

I think about him a lot...

The way he holds my hand and runs his fingers through mine. The way he touches and feeling them one at a time.

The way he speaks the unspoken words when he is not talking.

The way he kisses my lips with so much warmth, and perhaps, love. The way he guides me to kiss better.

The way he tilts his head as he asks me "How are you?"

And how we both can sit face to face in silence, but enjoy the moment anyway.

With all these magical moments, I wonder "what if" we met before our lives begun.

But I was never the person to regret my past, let alone ask God why things happened the way it did. Fate, I believe, is what rule us.

So now my heart grows fonder of him. So now I have a soft spot for him, inside me. Because I like what I see and what I feel.

My ultimate question would be: What if one day, he decided that all of this is just too dangerous, not worth the risk to take? Too damaging, too complicated?

With that, my heart would probably break into pieces.

And just like before, life would force me to put the pieces back together, heal my own wounds and retreat into my void, empty space.

But as for now, as I always say, I am here to stay.

In the middle of this affair, madness and deceit, he is all the risks worth taking.