If You’re Lonely, Wake Me

When we first met three years ago, I don’t think we could ever predict this is where we would end up. It’s crazy when I think about it, because even on that first day you already made an impression and so did I with you. Soon we found out how much we had in common, yet also how different we were from one another. You saw me at my worst and lowest, while I witnessed the rotten side of you. Your laughter fixed my whole world, while my hand lit up yours. It was no fairy tale, I’m sure, but you made me believe in magic again—because that magic brought me to you.

Fast forward a year later when we fell in love and you asked me to be yours on one Friday the 13th. I remember the tears you shed when you asked that, as if you didn’t already know me back to back. It’s so symbolic of our whole relationship. How, to me, it pretty much started the night you lashed out on me in tears. I’ll never forget that. How we often would cry together about feelings we shared on certain people or memories. How no one else would really know who we truly are, but we would reveal it all in each other’s embrace. Our tears are our secret self.

Now two years later, we have gone through more things than I ever did in the 26 years of my life before I met you. We changed a lot this past two years—a few days of scrolling through our old chats confirmed that. You think loving you must be hard, but it’s actually very easy to love someone who’s always so happy to see you. I thought you would be fed up with me by now, but you endlessly show your eagerness to be around me. Even at tough times, we never fail to communicate how we feel—which helps a lot in understanding each other.

Old top + hairband // Mount Island mask // thrifted skirt // Dr. Martens boots

Would you grant me this one wish? Should you ever feel lonely, would you wake me? Even when you like me least, would you not utter a word you will later on regret? I will, in turn, vow to not blame you for things you cannot control. And I shall still love you even when you ask to be left alone. Because we are no longer children now, we should know the difference. Playing mind games will lead us nowhere fast. Please always speak using our words and our eyes, so that our feelings should come through. At the end of it, there’s always an ‘I love you.’

thanks for reading

When we first met three years ago, I don’t think we could ever predict this is where we would end up. It’s crazy when I think about it, because even on that first day you already made an impression and so did I with you. Soon we found out how much we had in common, yet also how different we were from one another. You saw me at my worst and lowest, while I witnessed the rotten side of you. Your laughter fixed my whole world, while my hand lit up yours. It was no fairy tale, I’m sure, but you made me believe in magic again—because that magic brought me to you.

Fast forward a year later when we fell in love and you asked me to be yours on one Friday the 13th. I remember the tears you shed when you asked that, as if you didn’t already know me back to back. It’s so symbolic of our whole relationship. How, to me, it pretty much started the night you lashed out on me in tears. I’ll never forget that. How we often would cry together about feelings we shared on certain people or memories. How no one else would really know who we truly are, but we would reveal it all in each other’s embrace. Our tears are our secret self.

Now two years later, we have gone through more things than I ever did in the 26 years of my life before I met you. We changed a lot this past two years—a few days of scrolling through our old chats confirmed that. You think loving you must be hard, but it’s actually very easy to love someone who’s always so happy to see you. I thought you would be fed up with me by now, but you endlessly show your eagerness to be around me. Even at tough times, we never fail to communicate how we feel—which helps a lot in understanding each other.

Old top + hairband // Mount Island mask // thrifted skirt // Dr. Martens boots

Would you grant me this one wish? Should you ever feel lonely, would you wake me? Even when you like me least, would you not utter a word you will later on regret? I will, in turn, vow to not blame you for things you cannot control. And I shall still love you even when you ask to be left alone. Because we are no longer children now, we should know the difference. Playing mind games will lead us nowhere fast. Please always speak using our words and our eyes, so that our feelings should come through. At the end of it, there’s always an ‘I love you.’

thanks for reading