Things I've been missing

 

Things I've been missing 

Lyrics of love songs I sing along wholeheartedly 

even though they are full of cliches.

Refreshing morning with a little smirk on my face,

and reassuring nighttime with little butterflies in my body

all because of the voice that soothes and stimulates my soul simultaneously.

Without one's company,

 all the mundane trivial beauties lying in every environment

 turn into closed-up sceneries in a romantic movie.

With one's company,

 all kinds of people, statues, landmarks, and events become blurry

 as I have a distorted viewpoint exclusively focused on the person. 

Seeing uglinesses pretty, 

embracing traumas and complexes of inferiority,

 and broadening the spectrum of being absorbed and blended into each other's galaxy. 

All these magical strengths and selflessness 

happening without any reason but love.

Smirks and ecstasy impossible to hide,

tears and scars impossible to avoid,

changes and discoveries impossible to be depreciated.

Building the future together, with a certain amount of anxiety out of unpredictability,

which actually makes us more solid and sincere in sharing feelings and actualizing companionship.

All the excitement, twists and turns, and ultimate actualization 

mixed with our ambitious plans and life's spectacular scenarios exclusively set for us.

Being such a crybaby when I feel unwell 

and relishing one's excessive concerns and consolations over my pain

with the barriers of selfishness collapsing.

Holding hands tightly,

hugging anywhere randomly,

kissing somewhat privately and passionately,

cuddling just like there is nothing to care about but us with time frozen,

and feeling each other's ins and outs the most sensitively and whole-heartedly.

Mustering my courage and insane self-worth

only because there is this one person who has a sturdy conviction in me

trying his best to make me feel worthy and beloved no matter what happens,

and doing the same for my man by displaying the utmost of my devotion and consideration.

My mind, inspired and improved by someone who has different points of view and strengths than mine,

my heart, touched and uplifted by expressions and commitments of love with beautified colorful emotions,

and my soul, fulfilled and rewarded by having the greatest desire of imperfect humans

; to love and be loved in individually perfect ways.

Those are things I've been longing for. 

But the more we crave it, the further it recedes.

However, if we just totally give up on what kind of love truly makes us happy,

the more it becomes forgotten, the further we run away from it unknowingly.

So, 

balance, 

always.

No dead run to find out who my love could be.

No more oblivion in what love veritably feels like.

Somewhere between them.

Stay the best version of yourself and welcome those who help you to be that version. 

Cherish what you used to have and look forward to what you will create and relish.