When I am alone

“Then again the thoughts reappear

Coalesce

Droplets of remembering

Streams

Running around like we were children

Careless

Talking about what defines us

Movies

Music

Art

A few of many stolen moments.”

I am reminded all the time that each of them were simply borrowed. And so is the now, the good that I have, my comfort and safety that I revel in. The blessings of being with another being. Sweet joy of waking up next to someone – a whole different world, he is, really, he is.

The strange thing about being with someone for me is that one minute you think you know them inside and out, you know what they will say, you know what they will do – but then really, who is that person?

An entirely new and strange universe of memories, experiences and scars too, just like me.

“I want to be with you.”

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