The day we'd meet- was the day I'd fall in love with you.
You told me that I had to believe.
You told me about faith- you told me I wouldn't be able to see you if I didn't believe, if I couldn't believe.
But I had already started believing in your power.
I had already fallen in love with your smile.
How could you tell me to back down now?
I couldn't.
I was this close- this close to coming near.
Why did you want me to wait?
Wasn't I enough; hadn't I sacrificed enough for you?
And then you smiled.
You told me to wait.
Why would I wait?
Why should I wait?
I was here, I was here when others turned their back on you.
Yet you smiled.
And smiled.
You were never distressed, or dazed, or surprised, or sad, or angry.
You were always smiling.
Smiling at whoever called you, smiling upon whoever cursed you.
How could you keep smiling?
How could you keep being okay, keep being happy and joyful?
Was it because I had faith, even when no one else cared about you?
I used to shun your idea of a lone ranger.
People are always here- I would say.
You would just smile and observe the people you loved most.
You would rarely talk; only when necessary.
But it didn't bother me- I had loads to tell you.
I'd tell you about my day in school, at home, in bed- and you'd know even before the words tumbled out of my mouth.
I wonder...at your ease.