HAVE YOU, TOO?



I have dreamt a thousand dreams about you. During daytime, and at night. Have you, too?

I have prayed for a thousand times to meet you. I have prayed, with the first rays of summer, with the falling leaves of autumn, with the last breeze of winter, and with the humming crickets of spring.

I have imagined over a thousand ways to kiss you. Merely brushing your lips at first, followed by ensconcing them softly and taking in your breath, before bringing in my tongue, craving to feel a hundred different sensations at once.

I have been awake for a thousand lonely nights, staring up at the stars, and whispering my one and only wish, frantically and beseechingly - that I can expect you to lie on top of me one day, embracing me to sleep.

I have searched a thousand different worlds to find you. To unite with the other half of me. Because you're mine, and I'm yours, and I'll storm into the burning embers of hell itself to be with you.

I have gazed at a thousand different pairs of eyes, hoping to unite with those ever glowing and all seeing ones that you possess. Those beautiful, wonderful pair of stars that speak a million different languages with my soul, brightening up everything they see.

I have waited for a thousand years to hold your hand, and I can wait for a thousand more, if I can grasp you, if I can intertwine all my fingers with yours for every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of the rest of eternity.

I have written a thousand poems on you, describing every detail to be immortalized spotlessly, so that even after a thousand years of being with you, I won't forget the length of your shadow on a full moon's night.

I have reminisced on a thousand different thoughts of you, sorting through them all to decide on the things I want to tell you first.

I have wailed a million times that I love you - that I'll give you everything I have - hoping that the wind will somehow find a way to carry it to you.

I have dreamt a thousand dreams about you. Have you, too?

I want to come home.
To you.
Do you, too?

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