I've been thinking of you lately.
I've been thinking of how it all started, and turns out, I don't exactly remember. All I know is that we began: with holding timid hands, waiting for the night to spill so that we could be us again, shy eyes.
I've been thinking of laced fingers, tight squeezes, unsure advances, light touches, averted eyes;
Of pining for months, wondering whether the other did the same, feeling as it probably isn't anything, dreams full of you, seeking your eyes in pictures;
Of the sweet relief when I realized you still wanted me, of beginnings, first kisses, giddy feelings, hugging you closer, of smiles I fought hard to keep to myself, locked eyes;
Of your lips on mine, brushing noses, cupped cheeks, hands in your hair, closed eyes;
Of unshared insecurities, indifferences, insufficient tries, tragic overthinking, lonely midnight cries, screaming duels, half hearted love, cold eyes;
Of nostalgic sighs, fervent missed calls, crushing silences, queasy handshakes, wistful smiles, teary eyes...
YOU ARE READING
--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
