Once in a while, I open the window of my thoughts and see you gazing right through my eyes; the smile on your saying those exact words that my eyes couldn’t convey, nor could my lips whisper.
Once in a while, I hope for you to say those words I couldn’t; for you to hold my hand and walk across beaches watching waves and subsequent sunsets.
Once in a while, I fear those moments stuck in my mind in an eternal loop, urging my heart to fall in love and for me to hum your favourite song.
Once in a while, the warmth engulfs me into warmth, warmer than of my comforter; like somewhat your arms, which make me shiver too. When your lips — in my thoughts — touch my forehead, and you seek peace by nuzzling into my hair.
Once in a while, my wandering takes me places to wonder what could have happened, and how it would have. It writes of subconscious stories and maybe, of times where you could have gazed at me like I gazed at you.
Once in a while, I hope for all those things, thoughts and throbbing of hearts to be true.
Once in a while, in my sane mind, I want all of this to stop as well, too.