ALMOST IN LOVE.

It was 3 A.M, we have been talking now for hours. We shared our darkest secrets, our deepest fears that we have been buried inside us for years. Dreams we both now know about and will certainly dream in our sleep. We know the scars of the other, how it burned and pained, how it healed leaving a mark of its presence and pain that we once felt when no one was there to share with. We both itched at that moment to apply the medicine of care and love but those scars now give no more pain. While talking, unknowingly or maybe knowingly, we held hands and intertwined our fingers softly and carefully like it’s a silk thread, and that being hasty, it will mess it all up. We let the feels of night take their course. We now know the favorite color, we know which song comfort in hard times, about the song that reminds us of that “someone” particular, movies we feel are overrated and then there were those movies we secretly cried watching. We ALMOST KNOW EVERYTHING.

We both felt all those feelings, one feels when falling in love. We were hesitant to end the night, as we knew all this is going to end with the moon going down. We knew this feeling will fade away and wanted to hold onto them after finally feeling after years of yearning. Yet we were scared of ruining what we already have in hope of what we can have in the future, so instead, we hoped to find the kind of love someday, with whom we will fall in love completely without any doubt in mind. The kind of love that will rise with the rising Sun. We were aware this night is once in a lifetime so we promised to keep this night in our memories. We knew we were ALMOST IN LOVE. We both confessed our momentary love in our journal saying:

We were ALMOST IN LOVE.