It’s been a long while since I met a person like you.
I am finding troubles at believing you are real and everything is happening is real.
It’s becoming louder and louder a voice within me acknowledging how amazing all of your things are.
I’m surprised I was not aware of how many reasons and things were pointing this out.
I ask myself where were you this whole time.
I’ve noticed everything being so natural with you is the reason why I haven’t noticed until now.
I keep wondering to whom, or what, do I have to ask permission to allow myself to experience all of it anew.
The more time passes the more that urge for answers fades away.
I’m starting to realize how cherised were the memories I held for your past self from back then.
I’m starting to notice your essence in all the strings that hold the world together.
I am beginning to see tomorrow in a different colour.
I can hear the heartbeat. It is starting again.