The thought of you

A friend of mine once asked; "what makes you think he's not like the others?"

For a brief moment, I paused,

And then I smiled.

I look at my friend with a small smile plastered on my face and said;

"he's someone I see in my dreams too often.

Someone who randomly pops up in my mind when I'm at a certain place,

Thinking; "he'll like it here."

He's someone that never fails to make me smile, even when he's just laughing while in a call with me."

Before I could continue, my friend mentioned and asked; "but he lives hundreds of miles away from you. How are you sure about these things?"

I laughed a little.

"Even so, I can still be myself with him even after a few years.

Even with the distance, I can still see myself enjoying sunny days in a park with him.

I can see myself dragging him along in a mall while he reminds me that I'm running out of money.

I was never the type to assume what will happen in the future.

Not the type to fantasize about possibilities.

But when it's him, I cannot stop imagining my hands intertwined with his.

I cannot stop thinking about the possibility of his arms wrapped around my comparably small body.

I cannot stop dreaming about my head resting on his chest while I listen to the melody of his heartbeat as he holds me tight.

Some may say that I'm fantasizing too much.

That I romanticize thoughts of him.

That I daydream too much.

Honestly, I won't deny it.

Cause, even so, these are still possibilities.

It doesn't hurt thinking about it.

It doesn't hurt imagining it.

It's not a feeling of longing.

It's not a feeling of loneliness.

It's not a feeling of emptiness.

It's excitement.

The feeling you get when you get your first paycheck.

The feeling you get when you know weekends are just around the corner.

It doesn't hurt because it's not just a thought,

Not just an imagination.

It's more than a possibility to happen.

And I am more than excited to be spending my days with him soon."