I remember walking up to you one day. You were leaning on the patio railing so casually. I don’t think you intended to see me there, in that spot, on that day. But I noticed the way you looked at me.
In my quick yet flowing gait, I took long strides to meet your gaze closer. The walk felt like an eternal wait. As I walk your eyes speak first. As I meet you in your sunny skies, you always say hello without ever saying my name. It feels like a curse never to hear you say it. A longing to watch your lips as it forms and spills out. God what a dream.
I remember the half-armed hug you gave me, how they’ve been that way since our love showed more clearly.
I will never forget the times that our eyes will meet. And I’ll never not catch you silently looking at me. So here’s to more awkward glances in the Sun. Or in the dim room as we hide from everyone.
I love you. It’s true. It will always be You.