And to see you, see you from behind, from very far. As far as it could be, together only in the imagination. Together only when you held my hand, but to never kiss, to never touch and only to be mine by dream.
To wait the bus with you, to wait at that station. To pray for rain and dark so you cannot walk with him, but join me and wait, to eat popcorn and at the end, the moment came when i realized I was waiting for you the whole time. Would kiss that bus gladly now.
To admire you, to seek what you are. To envy those who have you. And there was always someone. To gather courage to tell you, to kiss you and brake; brake my heart, desires and to wait to fix it. To kiss you and lose you when I had no idea what was having and what was loosing.
To hide your gifts and took a shower so many times just to hide.
To hunt you. To prey on you. Study you and approach you. Get away from you and wait to you to bring me back. Hide with you. Hide and suffer, then to gain courage to leave you, but it was you who left me really. It destroyed us and brought us both what we wanted but with other people and only you were brave and took it.
To be happy. Happiest ever. I was down, I was on my own. Then you came. Then you looked me across that field and smiled. To give you jacket because you were cold. To play pool, to play chess. To walk with you, to talk to you. Your beautiful voice that told me to tell you a story. To see this city for the first time actually. To kiss and hold your hand. To sleep so peacefully next to you. To hug you when you asked and when you did not. That look, I will never forget the way looked at me. To walk you to station and wave to you, kiss you then and pray to kiss you again some time. It has been so long. It has been so long since.. since.. La vie en rose.
To see you so close. and so far. No one ever was that close and that far. I pictured you long before I met you and met you in others. We knew each other and never truly did. Pictured you and always watching you, listening to you and praying you will come to your senses. To go to distance. It has been too much, and when it is, you were there. Heaven made match. And match that waited for nothing..
Like I often do.. I wait.. No matter you come or, more often, not. I am there..Till the end of the line. Till lights come down low.