March 3rd, 2007
Picture Perfect
In my secret dwelling place, I look at you in a candid picture, smiling.
I suddenly find myself smiling alone for whenever I see your lips with an upward curve while your eyes glisten with joy, I cannot help but be joyous too. I keep staring at you in your picture as though it transcended that captured moment, as if it were real in the time being.
And I begin to wonder…
I wonder to myself if there would be a time, in this lifetime, that you would ever consider my love, or even know of it. And I look at you, still smiling. I smile back.
I wonder what made you smile. Or who. And I wonder again, if that genuine smile of yours would one day signify your loving affection for me.Life would be perfect - a perfection that only your love could create. And I wonder what perfection would be like. I wish, I hope for it. Though quite impossible, I hope. That is the most sensible thing I am able to do for now…or perhaps the most foolish. But I could care less because I am in my secret dwelling place and no one will know.
So in my secret dwelling place, I continue looking at you in a candid picture, smiling. And I wonder, I wish, I ardently hope… that someday you’ll be by my side in my secret dwelling place, and I’ll look at you, smiling back at me.