Missing You

It has been a while since we both had our moments together during high school, you know – me and him. And to be honest, I did miss our moments.

I missed him.

I missed his perfect embodiment.

I missed his presence to fill in the empty spaces.

I missed his perfect imperfections.

I somehow want him. I want to belong to him.

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I missed his non-judgemental look when he stand and tower over me.

I missed how he never underestimated my idea but at the same time perfecting it into something bigger and bad.

I missed the way he speaks and spills his idea; how I can just stay silent and look him. I missed doing just that – not doing anything, not being anything.

I missed watching him do crafts because his hands are just so gifted – his calculations precise.

I missed listening to him speak because he’s so knowledgeable.

I missed looking at him do sports, because he balanced himself just so great.

Boy, do I miss him.

But I do agree on the idea that I am not the one to balance him; that I am not his perfect balancer. He’s had another woman whose a better companion than me.

I miss him just because I liked the idea of seeing him and admiring him from afar.

I miss him because I missed his features of perfection, not because I honestly think I will be able to be a good companion for him.

I do hope that in the future he did get who he needs instead of who he wants; someone who is able to be a friend, a balancer, a tower of prayer. Someone whom he can walk with and be proud of – that when they walk, he’s able to look up and say “she’s my woman. You mess with her, you mess with me”. –red