the quiet theme for myself

It is one of the greatest paradoxes, one of the weirdest mysteries in one’s life.
And just perhaps!

Perhaps – liking someone is like staring too deep into the water, hoping to find something.
Even if the water is crystal clear, yet so obscure, it only throws half of the truth back.

If at all.

You cannot help but notice – whatever it is.
Be it a stray hair, a few tiny wrinkles in the corner of the eyes – especially when they smile.
The way their laughter just rings in your soul, echoing in your mind.
The warmth of their hands and the softness of their shoulders underneath your touch.

Sometimes you wonder if you ever understand the colour of their eyes because you always find something new.
The way their hair, just brush your fingers because they rest their head on your lap, too tired, especially after such a long day.

You notice things.

Perhaps – liking someone makes your heart heavy because it is like starring too deep into the water, hoping to catch whatever lays so far down at the bottom of it.
Wishing for it to be a few more secrets, bits and pieces you didn’t know.

If anything, if anything at all.

And yet it is out of reach.
Too deep to dive, too deep to just let your fingers brush what lays beneath.
Because you’re afraid to just trust. To just give in a little bit.

And yet you hope for the most unexpected things.
For this soul not to be a siren, for it to not just let you drown.
Because you’re in this conflict of being in control – or just letting go.
And maybe you’ve been in this dilemma for far too long.
Maybe it’s time to be brave.

If not for anything else, maybe this time just for yourself.