Late last night i kept on thinking,
focusing on a sweet memory that i hope i don't ever forget.
too much came to mind,
some real, some are not
and yet, i kept on probing more, wanting to rediscover a lost thought.
you could have been anyone at all,
you could have chosen to not look my way, but you did.
i could have been so desperate for friendship just for the solace and disgrace
of empty acceptance from a noisy, pointless crowd.
i could have been dead early in life.
and yet, you came along. you stayed when all of them went the opposite direction.
years from now, will we still be as we are?
are we growing together?
are we mere intimate acquaintances in this sea of faces?
i survive everyday knowing that in the end, i'd find myself looking into your eyes,
opening myself up, feeding from the strength you give.
and yet, i could have been dead even before that want comes or is sufficed.
and yet, i thought of you.
and i guess, thinking of you has its mysticism. a magic i cannot discover,
a magic i cannot understand.
you are who you are because of what effect you have on people.
i am me because of you.
and then last night, i thought of you and what meaning i now hold because you have been in my life, my heart and memory all along...
i could forget you... the mind is weak... but the heart: it never falters....
