SPEAK

When both of us have grown up some day we might bump in to each other. I hope that you’d still remember me and greet me the same way you did a few years ago. This is to you… I know you always loved me even though you couldn’t quite tell me that in words.

Your eyes… they’re full of wonder. Always seeking, always wanting more. I loved them from the moment I saw them. They remind me of black marbles. So full of excitement. And when you cry, your eyes always smile. They smile at me and it makes me happy.
Your hair… black and all anyone could ever ask for. They leave me in tears and when you look at me asking for an answer, I smile and brush my hand through your hair. It reminds me of all what could really be.
You palm still feels so alive in mine. You just sit there and stare at me like that explains everything. Well, to you and me… it does explain everything we ever wanted to know. Your fingers pluck the at the strings of my life. You meddle with my life almost as if it’s your very own guitar. You play the tune of my life.
You’re always full of life and alive in my heart. You never fail to put a smile on my face… you teach me time and again of how you are all the thoughts I need to smile, to be happy, to be me.
I hope that the next time I come to see you, you wouldn’t be there. I hope that when I say your name, they’d say you left a long time ago. I hope that I don’ t meet you there again even when I come looking for you… because I hope you’re out there planning on what we’d talk for the rest of our lives when we do meet as grown ups.
I hope my doorbell would ring one day and I’d open up to see you… Your eyes, your hair, your hand. I hope you ask for my name on that day… and I’ll say your name after mine. We could speak for the rest of our lives.

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