Musings of a wandering soul....

Come to me, run to me, hold me, never let me go, 

I miss your touch, the accidental brush, 

I miss your presence, the moments that always seemed so brief, 

One day when I am old… When I remember all the lovers I had, The smoothness of the many curves I’ve carressed,

I wished that we had talked more, or that we had stared deeper into each others’ eyes, 

I wished so much that I could accompany you for many days to come, to wake by you and to watch over you protectively, 

I wished for much but I knew that your heart could not wish the same, that the coldness there will be an everlasting one, that the walls that protect you are also the same walls that prevent any warmth from seeping in....

when we spoke beyond the moments that were necessary, 

I knew you had my heart when I started noticing the little details about you, 

when even little imperfections seem perfect, 

The ones that impress me are the students who, despite their anxieties and fears, rise up and deliver the class presentation, 

Or the lonely international student, who can’t even speak in proper English, who eventually puts in hours of her life into writing an assignment where she struggles to understand every word on the paper, 

And the student with dyslexia, whose letters are constantly inversed or twisted, who eventually submits his paper on time.... 

Love is when you notice all the imperfections of a person and you decide to stay and better her anyway,

Love is when you smile when you see her after a long day away from her,