Endless Ways to Fall in Love

Maybe he will fall from the sky.

I will continue to wait, listening to the silence because the universe is making him just for me.

Maybe we will bump into each other at the grocery store.

Berries will cover the checkered floor we stand on together, and that's okay because we are finally here. Dark creamy eyes will lock with mine. His breath will begin to stagger, and I hold the air inside my lungs for as long as possible because I still believe I am in my bed, dead sleep, dreaming of the man of my dreams. Though next time he will be finally standing right in front of me.

We will become so curious about how one might love the other. Intrigued by the color our world will blend into after our first touch.

Maybe one day, I will be changing the radio station inside my car just for a split second too long and will t-bone his rusty pick-up truck that's correctly stopped behind a red light. I'll jump out of my car, all flustered and panicked. He'll get out of his pissed-off and ready to cuss out the reckless driver, who just happens to be me. Hopefully, he will become more concerned with whether or not I am okay, and I will be endlessly apologetic. He will ask to swap information as a responsible citizen does just after an accident for legal purposes. And deep down inside me, I will be hoping he will want to see me again.

I want someone to look at me and wonder what it's like to fall in love with every part of me. I crave for someone to see me and instantly believe I am someone they want to get to know for the rest of their life. Just as I wish for a partner that opens even more light into my life than ever before, to become in sync with someone's breath and know I have found my only one.