I don't know the words to fit in.
I'm just speechless.
Not scared, or surprised.
What are the odds of finding comfort in a pair of eyes?
What are the chances of being free from bad nights and people pointing the finger?
What are the odds of finally meet your angel ?
I kinda overreacted.
But it doesn't take the glow in my eyes. Or yours.
I saw exactly the same thing you did.
Can't you see? Better, can't you STOP seeing?
Of course you did recognized.
You didn't put in a box.
You literally wasn't discreet, didn't try a disguise.
Almost shouted to the other side.
And I know you wanted it.
I know you could've done any other thing than just observed.
You were there.
I was right in front of you.
You got it right.
No raw movements.
No regrets.
Just the look to each other.
Just the thoughts flying to the greatest date.
At the very morning.
At that random date, hour, place and situation.
You were there.
It's not my will to find you anymore.
It's not my mind trying to replace you anymore.
It's not my illusion in every face I look at.
It was you, and all you details, and all the things that, wordless,
made me trust in you somehow.
I don't even know your name.
I don't care.
But I know you are my saviour.
It counts to me.
This is all that matters.
[03/01/2019]
