oh, will you

I see some flowers on the street, some vendor selling them. I dont see his face. I see the flowers and i think of the time i'd give them to you. I want to give you a lot of them. It would be natural for you to be there with all of those flowers. Its like ur beauty and presence matches those that of them, and that their purpose is to be near you. Are those flowers really blooming for you ? How can they not be? You must be their purpose, their raison d'etre, just like mine.

I hear a song and i picture you. Why does your face keep popping in my head for all the things that I find are nice ? I see your smile, a clear picture of how your eyes would lit up, not just you but the whole surroundings. I love the way you look sideways. I love the way you hold someone's chin when you feel love towards them. I love the way you talk, its music to me. There were times when i thought things like these, when shown in the movies, were too stupid and nonsense. Now i know exactly what they mean when they show them. I love the way you walk, your giggle.

I am full of energy now. You do not know what you can make me feel. Have you heard the song "Window in the skies" by U2 ? The lines go like this : "Oh can't see what love has done? what its doing to me now...?" You have the power to take me to the peak and to throw down an abyss. I dont know how I ended up giving so much of that to you. And you don't even know. You still ask "what did i do?" You are honest, i know. What did you do ? You did everything. In all the things you do, there was something that meant dear to me. In all the things, I found something to smile. You did magic. You do magic without a wand. "How", I ask and I find that it doesn't matter how. All that matters is that you can, and you are. I have never known that life could be so great. Its a beautiful day. Its a wonderful life. If it rains, its lovely that the heavens shower on us. If it shines, its for us to go to a beach. If its cold, we could hold each other.

I cant believe how i love so many things about you, all the things that you do and those that you don't. Well, except for your tendency to not call back, not msg back.. But I still love you. I still need you. I am still waiting for you. I don't know how long I'd be in the fairyland, but in all honesty, I love it. Let them look at me being happy. Let them sneer about it. Let them be jealous. It doesn't matter. If i turn round the corner and find you standing at the bus stop, it'd be just a day. A day to live. A day to smile about. A day of purpose. That's our lives, isn't it? To be purposeful. Utterly joyful.

Oh, there are so many things that I want to tell you. Maybe you are not yet ready to listen. Maybe these things are bothering you that you are hurting me, and knowing all of this would hurt you even more. Oh, I'd just tell them all to you. You come around, and I'd be just spellbound. Probably I'd say "Hi", just like these days when I just msg you "Good night" and in those two words I'd put all the love that I can muster, all those things that I wanted to say. Can you read them in those two words ? Do you know that I've been saying so much by saying so little ? If you can, will you ? oh, will you ?