To explain my previous post: I wrote their names (above) on an insomniac night.
Leonardo Di Caprio and Kate Winslet are famous for their best-friendship. While I love them both just as they are, the reason I’m obsessed with them lately is the fact that I recently found the best friend I treasure so much, with whom I hope a best-friendship like theirs could be maintained. We’ve been through a lot – seven years (going on eight) of ups and downs, proximity and distance, intense changes and instant bonding, feelings coming and going, love rediscovered and refocused.
Whenever I see pictures of Leo & Kate, it’s almost as if I can see how much they care for each other. I can feel it. That’s why they are so important. I really hope we continue to care for each other that much and that long.
Okay, this post is very childish and he would be disgusted overwhelmed with love if he read it… but oh well. I can’t stop gushing about this.
They celebrate this new chapter
as my new birth
but when the bridge is on fire,
I can only notice the dearth
of your wish to take one step closer —
On the consumed wood is me,
remembering our shared mirth
and reliving our back-to-back banters,
ashamed of how highly I thought of their worth
You don’t know how bright is the light you’ve brought into my life. If it’s the Sun, it turns the winter into summer; turns the night into day; sends my sorrow away. If it’s the fire, it brings the warmth and the comfort of a place called home and a life less alone.
But as the concept of dualism dictates, behind that light is your darkness.
I tried to climb higher to shine upon you as you shine upon me – all to no avail. I am neither the fire nor the Sun, but before the dawn rises, let my love be the stars to guide you home and keep you sane as the pain I can’t understand claws inside you and drags you down.
I love you enough to let you mess with my head. And I have this weird confidence that I have messed with your heart in the past 30 days. You, who are strong and stubborn, who stand tall like a rock against the current, holding up a house lit by oil lamps and a bridge to an hour ago.