That day, with so many people there,
You called my phone from your quiet chair.
Just a short walk, but still felt bold,
To go and talk, like a story told.
Youâd tried before, in subtle ways,
To chat, to laugh, across the days.
I missed it thenâbut not that night,
When words came easy, and it felt right.
That one day, it just felt right,
We talked, we smiled into the night.
I forgot why I had come, itâs trueâ
Maybe I was just meant to meet you.
You felt safe to speak your part,
That meant more than a head start.
And though later I did mess up somehow,
Thanks for the biryani offer (still laugh at that now).
Too shy to ask you face to face,
So wrote it downâa quiet place.
You kept that noteâitâs still with you,
That says a lot, more than I knew.
I still recallâhow cute you looked,
Like time itself just paused and hooked.
We'd hug each time, I'd wait, then drop you tooâ
Those little things, I still quietly miss you.
Now distance stands, long and wide,
But still youâre there on the other side.
You say âdonât try too much, you might get hurt,â
But thisâthis doesnât feel like work.
Getting to know you was a lovely surprise,
Now Iâm just waiting for part two to arise.
Itâs just two people, sharing days,
Finding comfort in simple ways.
And if someday your patience ends,
Feel free to throw that âchappalâ then.
For now, we laugh, we text, we wait,
Letâs see what little moments we create.