You seem so far away yet so close sometimes. I hear your voice when I’m miles away and see your smile painted upon the dark night sky. Sometimes I feel like I haven’t met you yet, and that we’re still far away, bridged apart by the years that continue to separate us. Yet sometimes I feel like you’re closer than I’ve imagined and a part of me hopes that you’ve been here all along and the only thing that’s been keeping us apart is the fact that I’m clouded over by something that refuses to fade away. Sometimes I wish you would just turn up and sweep me off my feet, away from the monotony of this humdrum world, somewhere where I could no longer hear the dull lull that seems to encompass me, like a bubble. In reality, if love were time, you’d be eternity.

I’d love to think that you’ve been around all this time and the only reason why I haven’t found you is that I keep missing the turn that leads us down the same road. I’d love to wake up one morning and realize that the face I’ve been gazing in the clouds is gazing right back at me, saying the words that have ceaselessly resonated in my head. I’d love to tell you that everything would be okay and that one day I’m going to turn around and see the pair of eyes with a twinkle in them reserved just for me. At the same time, I’d love to think that whatever I’ve been looking for these many years will come back to me, making me forget the sleepless nights laced with incessant questions and wordless answers.

Love isn’t a word you throw out a random and it isn’t an emotion that is easily forged. It isn’t just the hugs or the kisses, the smiles or the laughs. It’s all about the tears, too. Love is all about the time when your heart is heavy and your tears refuse to cease, when words fail and actions speak. Love is when there’s someone to hold your hand and listen to your words, when there’s someone to tell you that they’ll be with you all through the thick and the thin. Love is also something that refuses to fade over distance, which continues to burn like a raging inferno of zeal and passion. Love is when you look into someone’s eyes with the words ready to take flight on your tongue, but then you realize that words would be pitifully inadequate: your eyes would speak for themselves. That’s exactly what I hope to give you, not just for now, but forever.

It would be wrong to say I’d find you immediately, and that we’d be as perfect as I’ve always imagined we would be. I guarantee that there will be tough times; there will be times when both you and I have had enough. But I also guarantee that, given the chance, I would love you like no other. I would love you enough for forever and that I would always be a step behind you to catch you if you fell.

I have absolutely no idea about how we’d meet and where. About how you’d look and how old we’d be. About the words we’d first speak and about the length of our conversation. But all I know is that my eyes would meet yours, and then I’d know. I’d know that you’re the one for me.

I’d love you like no other. Because if love was a colour, you’d be a rainbow.

Yours, forever waiting,

A/N: Just a piece I felt like writing. Do drop me a review or two =]