Eagerly, I wait.
Squirming and fidgeting, thinking of how you’ll be or what you’ll look like.
It’s like something just out of your reach, a flash in the corner of your eye.
This feeling of trepidation and excitement.
Whether this is a dream or reality, I don’t mind.
This sweet torture caresses my mind, unconscious or awake.
You’ll hold my hand, smile at me gently, even berate me for my eagerness.
I know you’re coming but I can’t stand this waiting.
It might actually be killing me. My soul was torn in half when we were born.
Whether it was on the same day or years apart, we were meant for each other.
Like an old Greek myth, we will meet and we will become whole again.
My mysterious savior, I hope you’re searching for me because I am searching for you.
It’s like an explosion. One second I’m fine and then next second you’re everywhere, pervading my mind with your smile and kind eyes.
I didn’t ask for this. I don’t mean for it to be here, ready to replay in my mind as soon as you notice me again.
Lying in my bed thinking that we could have a future, continuously hoping it’s not a figment of my imagination.
As hard as I try, I can’t resist it. Your smile. Even in my memories it lights up your face, a contagious sight that spreads across my own face and warms my heart.
Please don’t be my figment, be my reality.
These mornings make me want to lie down again and never get back up.
It almost a kind of torture having this mysterious figure printed onto the inside of my eyelids, clouded in smoke.
A sweet torture that is forgotten but then in a moment it can take my breath away.