A guy from another Universe.
He doesn’t smile very often, but his smile resembles some sort of sedative or caffeine, I must say;The more you consume, the more addictive!
They said, “tell me something about him!”.
And at that moment, I started sketching his portrait in my head with an imaginary pencil.
He was different.
It was quite certain that he was from another universe.
He was tall with black hair and sparkling eyes.
I can’t really figure out the color of those eyes though,
for I could never stare long enough at those eyes.
No, it’s not that I never tried to!
It’s because his eyes were deep like the pacific ocean.
I feared drowning in those eyes while he won’t be there to save me, And I would end up all alone!
His heart is old and dark, like a preserved heritage, I appherend exploring into.
You might be thinking I’m scared of darkness.
Come on! I’m the one who’s more alive in the dark.
It’s my insecurities that I’m frightened of.
Buts and what-ifs!
What if I lost the way to his heart alone in the darkness?
Of course, I have an easy entrance.
But!
But what if I entered his heart and never found the way back again?
I’m not afraid of staying.
I’m not afraid of settlement, but!
What if I ended up being trapped in the darkness alone while no one would be there to light up my world again.
He doesn’t smile very often, but his smile resembles some sort of sedative or caffeine, I must say.
The more you consume, the more addictive.
I hate swapping jokes and sharing laughter.
Oh wait, I didn’t mean I’m depressed all the time, okay!
I too, love smiling.
But what if he completely stopped smiling at me someday!?
While I lay there empty-handed strung-out, not knowing how to withdraw
And he won’t even turn back.
What if?
