Have you ever been so close to someone you could easily read their mind from across rooms, through closed doors, without even seeing their face?
Have you ever tried so hard to describe it but failed? Trying to find one word that could exactly capture this closeness?
Have you ever wished that someone would see someone else through your eyes? Just to see how good it feels when somebody understands?
I know I have.
We sit together, next to each other; the centimeters between us melt as I accidentally brush up against his shoulder, as he spontaneously touches my arm, and the air between us tightens as he intentionally breathes in the mesmerizing scent in my hair. He looks straight at me, smiling, as I smell his perfume on my hands.
There is something about him, I thought to myself. A side nobody knows about, I'm close to this side. His eyes show a deep understanding no one else has.
Words sway between us easily, effortlessly, as if this is the one thing in the world that we would do. Talk.
There is something about you, he told me over coffee, something magical yet simple; a familiarity that is rare to find. You never fail to understand me despite not being easy to understand yourself, but I get you, every single time.
You got me caught between your mysterious mind and soothing smile.
He looks into my eyes and sees my soul.
He gets me.
I told him that he's the one person who makes my heart melt and sets a fire in my soul.
The one person who comforts me and causes knots in my stomach.
The one person who makes my heart fall to my feet
and lift it back up again.
And he gets me.
And it is oddly not awkward to say.
You feel like home, He said.
The colors of the world emerge from my eyes as I stir my cup of coffee; and he just keeps watching, thinking about the possibilities between us and imagining what my lower lip must taste like.
Have you ever tried so hard to describe it but failed? Trying to find one word that could exactly capture this closeness?
Have you ever wished that someone would see someone else through your eyes? Just to see how good it feels when somebody understands?
I know I have.
We sit together, next to each other; the centimeters between us melt as I accidentally brush up against his shoulder, as he spontaneously touches my arm, and the air between us tightens as he intentionally breathes in the mesmerizing scent in my hair. He looks straight at me, smiling, as I smell his perfume on my hands.
There is something about him, I thought to myself. A side nobody knows about, I'm close to this side. His eyes show a deep understanding no one else has.
Words sway between us easily, effortlessly, as if this is the one thing in the world that we would do. Talk.
There is something about you, he told me over coffee, something magical yet simple; a familiarity that is rare to find. You never fail to understand me despite not being easy to understand yourself, but I get you, every single time.
You got me caught between your mysterious mind and soothing smile.
He looks into my eyes and sees my soul.
He gets me.
I told him that he's the one person who makes my heart melt and sets a fire in my soul.
The one person who comforts me and causes knots in my stomach.
The one person who makes my heart fall to my feet
and lift it back up again.
And he gets me.
And it is oddly not awkward to say.
You feel like home, He said.
The colors of the world emerge from my eyes as I stir my cup of coffee; and he just keeps watching, thinking about the possibilities between us and imagining what my lower lip must taste like.
