To wake up in the middle of the night and find a hi coming from you, the exact instant my hand caresses my phone, well that’s surreal.
To speak my mind, not having to think, not having to hold back, and to see your unassuming smile in response, well that’s surreal.
To evade your questions multiple times, change a zillion topics and just before we’re done for the day, to have you ask that question all over again, well that’s surreal.
To simply read the words, I'm here, open the door, to just linger along them for more than necessary, to absorb every letter as reality sinks in, well that's surreal.
To get up from the bed, hair disheveled, eyes swollen, to open the door expecting a prank and to see you stand right there, in flesh, breath and blood, well that’s surreal.
To have the moon shining behind me, and watch the moon twinkle in your eyes, well that’s surreal.
To watch the sun rise, spreading light all around, and as the day braces itself for new dimensions, just to watch your face radiate energy despite the exhaustion, well that’s surreal.
To simply have you by my side, well that’s surreal.
It would be. Perhaps. Always.
Cheers,
Hopie
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