As I wrote this, the memory of us that night -having deep conversations about the future- plays.
You said, you wanted to get married while you are young. Next
year would be nice.
You were smiling, as if picturing the day you walk on
the isle with the love of your life.
I see.
You are in love.
You mentioned about marriage and honeymoons all the time. And
yet, you always keep your personal life yourself.
Nobody knows the truth, but me.
I can see it in your eyes. The way you smile. The attitude
you make, I see.
You are in love.
Something I have always known, yet afraid of happening.
I don’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed, but I have
an accurate instinct.
An instinct of a woman.
Whenever it leads me to the conclusion of something I wished
is wrong, my heart rebelled.
My heart wants you. I want you.
I wished I listened to my instinct.
Because now I see, you are in love with someone –who is not me.
ps: is listening to Walk With Me in Piano & Cello version by Robin Spielberg (available on Spotify) while writing this. I am weak.
Spotify
Youtube (piano only version)
