Works of Fiction

While You Were Sleeping

What is it with you
that makes me break all my rules of engagement
and instead create new ones
that would allow a deeper relationship
than just a casual encounter?

What is it about you
that I am so smitten by your charm
that I wake up each day and it is only you I want to see
that I have become what I never expected me to be:
cliche and cheesy; a hopeless romantic in the making?

What is it with me
that change is happening so quickly
And I am finding myself seeing you more often
When I normally burn bridges after the first rendezvous
never to look back ever again?

What is it with us
that I actually see and "us"
Instead of just you and me separately?

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Those Three Words

I was just about to give you a call when you beat me to it. You read my mind. You knew exactly what I was going to say. And I found myself smiling at the thought that you can practically finish my sentences before I even begin them.

I was ecstatic from the inside. The call was perhaps only for a couple of minutes and just when I was about to put down the phone, I finally said it. Those three words. I don't know what I was thinking or if I was even thinking at all. I said it spontaneously. And I meant it.

I've been thinking of telling you those words already the last time I saw you. But I was scared. And I wanted to make sure first. Now, I just blurted it out suddenly. It works better that way, I guess.

I'm glad I finally told you. And I'm overjoyed you said you love me too.