With You

When I'm with you time seems to change. The minutes before and after are separated from our meeting by an eternity.

It's weird how I fall in love with you all over again whenever we interact. It feels a little like insanity...one that I'm addicted to.

I hate how dependent I am on you without even knowing you. It's ridiculous how I feel like running into your arms whenever I run into any problem. I run to you first, only and we aren't even friends. We are hardly acquaintances. I have never felt so drawn to anyone else.

You remind me of myself. The parts the I dearly love. Then there parts that are so uniquely you which I wish to explore, some parts which I desire to imitate.

If there ever was a chance this would have been it. But I have accepted what is already and there's no going back. Love in this world (the romantic kind) does not give back only work does.

I'm getting to the point of full acceptance and I think being simple friends will get me far along my desired path.

I finally read a piece at this year's open mic session. It was nerve racking but fulfilling as well. It felt quite good in the end.

Blessings,
Shaziane