We met years ago, you were in your uniform, I was in my trusty old pyjama. The place wasnt fancy, my bare apartment was not of a romantic type that makes lovers croon and consign their affection to paper. It was dark, naked and uncharacteristically cold. But there was nowhere I would have rather been.
Its funny how we remember every piddling detail of such wonderful encounter. The scent in the air, the smallest of gestures, the stolen glances, the faintest smiles and the way it made us feel. We may have seemed to throw everything into oblivion as we go about our personal hustles and bustles but a slightest whiff of that particular moment in time can send gazellion wattage of electricity through our frozen body, sending us in a time space warp of good old memories. Thats the magic of true love. It wont leave you, It can be swept under the rags of your existence, but it will never leave you.
Years have passed,3 apartments and too many cold nights later. I still think about you. I still get fried from the gazellion electric wattage generated by sheer reminiscence of our old days. I still get trapped in a space warp.
I wish I wouldnt have to time travel and get inside that imaginary four dimentional cube just to call you my own. I wish, once again, everything is real.
Its funny how we remember every piddling detail of such wonderful encounter. The scent in the air, the smallest of gestures, the stolen glances, the faintest smiles and the way it made us feel. We may have seemed to throw everything into oblivion as we go about our personal hustles and bustles but a slightest whiff of that particular moment in time can send gazellion wattage of electricity through our frozen body, sending us in a time space warp of good old memories. Thats the magic of true love. It wont leave you, It can be swept under the rags of your existence, but it will never leave you.
Years have passed,3 apartments and too many cold nights later. I still think about you. I still get fried from the gazellion electric wattage generated by sheer reminiscence of our old days. I still get trapped in a space warp.
I wish I wouldnt have to time travel and get inside that imaginary four dimentional cube just to call you my own. I wish, once again, everything is real.
I love you more than any words can say.
Until we meet again.
Until we meet again.
