just you and I. We are, in each other’s company, momentarily unaware of the world around and between us. When time seems to hasten and we can’t seem to have enough to talk without people calling us, without people needing us or watching us. We can’t seem to have enough chances to laugh, chances to share our lives, chances to live with each other. It all appears that the universe is determined to separate us, to remind me of who you really are and what I really am.

There are times though that we sit alone, completely lost in each other’s company, drunk with our sarcastic and sweet conversations. That we are each other: that my laughter is in your mouth and your anger is in my eyes. That I feel like my life sums up to just sitting beside you, inhaling your bright and forceful self deeply, memorizing the soft creases of your face, smiling silently at the expense of your wriggly feet. When nothing else seems to matter, when I’ve lived and died in your eyes in every passing moment, when I crave for nothing else but you, when I see nothing else but you.

But moments like those are easily lost in our realities. We are snapped back to what should be and what can’t possibly be. We are suddenly strangers in a very unfamiliar place. We go about recklessly into the open. Refusing to look back, denying ever feeling anything at all.

But that could just be me.

You are, for some reason, an extremely uncharted territory. A haunted house that most refuse to get close to, more so enter. An exotic food that repulses average people. I don’t hold your thoughts, I don’t own your reasons, I don’t know about the monsters inside you. Those that I know of are mostly the ones that you allow me discover. The rest I am blissfully and painfully unaware. Those that won’t be known to me for all eternity because I am not in the position to know, I am not the right person to tell it to. I…I’m just a friend after all.

Still, I hold dear those moments that we’ve spent together. They are far too few, far too insignificant to revolve a world on, but trust me; they are all I’m living for. You’re all I care about and my life is as full as it is empty, with and without you. I know I cannot fully own you, other people need you more, and you are right where you’re supposed to be,



But I can’t help but obsess about how good it could have been had you stayed longer, had you seen me the same way that I see you.