Will I ever Really Know You ?

Last night was creepy and magnified. I don’t really know whether it’s real or just a dream. It started during my sleep when my bed was shaken pretty hard.

I saw a man standing in front of my bed. The mighty one.

“Who do you think I am ?” He said.

I was shocked. Big time. My mouth was locked.

“Who do you think I am ?” He repeated.

I started crying. Holding my bed cover and pillow, I just shook my head.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. I thought I knew You. But now I know that I don’t.”

And I cried louder.

Got up at 7.30 am. The teardrops were still on my cheek.

Bills and Bills

When you told me that we should make less phone calls to each other, I was stressed out. Thought that you don’t like me anymore. Thought that you’re sick and tired with our arguments.

But may be you’re right. To love you responsibly means to use my head to love you just right. Not to love you emotionally. We’re not teenagers anymore. Wish you were the one whose hands I can hold dearly every day, whose lips and faces I can kiss every night. Blame it on the Big Flood that now separates us with seas and oceans.

I really can’t wait those moments. The ones that we belong together in eternity. Cheesy huh ? I know. But I really mean it.