I see
lifetime in your hands,
home in your embrace,
and future in your eyes.
I see
long kisses on our lazy mornings,
stolen "I love you" texts on our busy Wednesdays,
and tight hugs on our longing hours.
I see you
begging for water while you choke on your spicy noodles,
dancing weirdly to the beat of a ballad song while I secretly film you,
and sleeping on the couch while we talk about how our day went.
I see us
decorating our house with White Christmas,
doing grocery together—while you secretly add another pack of jelly ace in the cart,
and doing random make-face while we clean our living room.
I see
growth,
fulfilled dreams,
and happiness.
I see
simplicity,
peace,
and calmness.
I see you, staying.
I see you for the rest of my years.
I see you—with me.
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PoetryMaybe after all these things that happened, we are not really looking for romantic love. Perhaps we just thirst to be understood. Maybe what we really want is a love that is kind enough to see our value. A love that has no romantic intentions. Maybe...
