nine point five weeks.

perhaps it is
best not to question
the whys and wherefores.

but to trust that
good things happen
sometimes.

i don't know
if i dare share your optimism
but i guess
i might be willing to try.

and the polaroids
may tell a different story
(after all, you were there
and you knew me)

but if you would dare
believe,

you're something else altogether.

a little
perfect.

never quite like this
always fleeting, always uncertain
only now
too scared to lose this
because it was never quite
this perfect

(now you understand why
i prefer emo greys)

and if we were to lose it all
you need to know
that i would never
forget the three days of summer
when i learnt
to love again.

for now,
know that
i would wait.


. Arigato .