Two winters of knowing your name.
Three more springs of aching hesitation, should a look shatter this petite delicate anticipation, so afraid.
The poetry of code I’ve created for you I have forgotten since long, but I still am right behind you, feeling just the same.
Maybe not the same; I thought I liked you because you wore glasses but god, you look pretty without them too. Especially when you are looking at me.
So if it took three years for us to finally, finally become friends, let it be. I’ll take three more and then a dozen threes more if you would once more carry my name in your mouth like you did today.
So excited to see you tomorrow. Then the day after. Until the inevitable but unforeseeable future when we must part, love, let me bask in the sunshine glistening brilliant fresh-rain glory that is you. Allow me the honor of standing behind you forever waiting, as you step closer then flutter away like the tides under moonlight, just as it was meant to be, so that when you happen to glance back you’d see me smile shyly, tiptoeing at the hem of your shadows.
Maybe, maybe I held love under my rib-cage all along.