I bent the river into an 'i', moulded the mountains in a 'love', rearranged the clouds into a 'you'.
You went skinny-dipping in the dot of the 'i', were just happy to hike to the top of the 'l' and never really made it to 'ove', never looked up beyond the umbrella to see the 'you'.
"Why do you always pull out the most worn out, nearing end clothes?" mom asks, as I come out the room wearing the same T-shirt that I've had since 10th grade.
"It's the most comfortable one, simple!" I say and can't help but wonder if it's a similar case with relationships and people too.
Maybe, just maybe, our fascination with beautiful people and pretty things come from that one day when our moms asked us to pick the brightest and prettiest fruit in the market, because fallen fruits and fruits with scars were not good for use anymore.
It's enough. I know you don't believe it to be so. I know you think that you know. But the heart doesn't work that way. Shut up! For once just let me say! I am tired and exhausted of this fight. The moments that we have are finite. You think I expect the world from you. I swear to God that is not true. Even if you were the reason I cried. It's still you that I want by my side. It's not the roses and rings that I want. But you and only you that I care to flaunt. So listen to me, blow off this bluff. For me to be, just you are enough.