Last night I caught myself dreaming of you.
I liked the silence we shared in my dream, you and I, we sat there without uttering a word. The wind caressed your hair gently, blowing strands across your face – and I told you that your fringe was too long.
I liked how you always took way too long to reply my texts, sometimes you took three hours and sometimes three days, but you would eventually always reply me. I have learnt to be patient. I have learnt that things have changed from the past, that your moment of excitement has simmered down to permanent commitment; like a sporadically crackling bonfire slowly steadying itself to a long, peaceful flame. I loved our peace.
Sometimes you speak without thinking, sometimes your words may sting. I like how you've put your flaws upfront and that you have been completely frank with me. I like how you are occasionally caring, amidst your naturally stoic personality, how you have shed just a tiny bit of vulnerability even though I know that you want to be powerful.
For you, I am completely ready to compromise on my ego and my traditional views of myself. There is something so profoundly calming about you, even with your storms, they have soothed my raging thunderstorms to a mild breeze.
I hope you never change.
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