You Bring Me Magic

I love all these magical feeling you gave me.

You tiptoed on my heart in small steps,

Definitely you, you're my most faithful pilgrim.

You break my doubts in delicacy,

All the agonies lost in one breath of fresh air.

You lift up all my sullen in a flash of light,

Then the dew in my mind starts to feed the sunflower field.

I love how you're upper lip kinked when you say, "Tea, Eat, and Soberness."

When you call my name it feels like the raindrops on my window return to the sky, and the golden sun starts to shine again.

When you pat your pals' shoulder, the nature can't help but send this beautiful breeze, and the trees bend to hinder the heat. To protect you.

When you laugh, I don't need my sweaters in the winter anymore. I don't need fireplace. I don't need any soft blankets. Just that majestic sound. Your laugh.

I can't stop myself to wonder what it would be if you say, "I love you," to me.

Maybe, just maybe.

We meet at a cafe and it's in the end of autumn. We can still see the falling leaves. Reddish, golden, all over the park benches. But the air we breath is winter's air. 

The sunlight is dim, and it's really cold outside.

I just finished my assignments, picking up my books, my bag, and my laptop, ready to go outside after ordering another coffee in a plastic cup. The Script's song starts to play, and I'll sigh, "What a lovely melody."

You're about to warm yourself up, walking down the street to the cafe, eager to go inside to order a cup of latte. The wind blows, you hear The Script's song from the cafe, and you'll whisper, "What a lovely scenery."

We both thinking about each other. We both murmuring each other's name. We both wondering where each other is, when I see you getting closer to the door that I will through.

I hold my breath, parted. I want you to see me, but I'm too scared if you do. My feet turns to jelly, and all the sound disappear. "I wish you knew."

I hear my heart beating so loud. You walk through the door in fall's light. And you see me. You. See. Me.

We stop and stare. We're forced to believe the reality. All I can say is, "Hey, How's life?"

And you're like, "I'm good. "I'm fine."

Silence. Calming silence. I don't want to break it but. "I-"

You stutter too. We both do. But unlike every other boy I know, you don't say,"You first."

You just run your hand through your hair, smile, and say, "I'm about to tell you a big thing."

And I'm absolutely in love with the way you say 'A big thing', and not 'Something'.

I'll reply, "Is it a good news? It better be."

If it's a movie, the next scene will be like this:

The falling leaves will float in the air. My mouth hanging open, then I'll replace it with smile. Your smile widened, your eyes shining. The Script playing the most magnificent song I've ever heard, even thought I'm not sure that song exist in this world. Everyone stay there, smiling, cheering.

That's the moment when you say "I love you," to me.

But again, maybe. Just maybe. I'm right here hoping.

You gave me, and still giving me these magical feeling. You fill magic to my life. It's true.

You bring me magic.