I repeat the sequence of Our last meeting inside my head, Innumerable times. Lest I forget, The longing in your eyes. The last hug you gave. The last touch of our hands. The last time I turned around Too look at your face.
Let us mourn the loss of our previous self And cheers to the one still intact. Where will our next stop be? Mountains or beaches? Or just plain old roadtrip? Settling down seems no fun When we can spend nights under the stars And dive through the five oceans. What's there to lose, except me and you? But we are already lost, right? Come and leave your worries behind, Of future, of life.
His eyes were spakling with delight. It had warmth, I could feel. Small talks he tried but came back to Soul searching conversations, I crave. Can it turn to be more than a blind date?
She seemed calm, hiding a storm behind. Her aura was strong, I could sense. Her laughter gave me hope, which I lacked. Can this blind date turn into something more?