You’re a wonder.
And since we met, I was never able to take myself away from you. I’m still wondering if you’re true, and I still have desires of wanting to prick you, see if it bleeds, and then confirm that you’re real. Yet I know you’re real. Much more like a dream – that eventually came true. I still recall with perfect clarity the moment my eyes met your gaze and I realized how lucky I was having given that chance. That one moment. I confess to secretly sniffing you, when you weren’t looking. I found ownership of you for just about that split second. You’re coated of Hugo, and the scent never got out of my nostrils since then. And up to now I still have it, it wouldn’t go away, but a refill sounds much like a good idea.
She’s a winner.
And yes, she won you. She’s such the luckiest, having been able to hug you when you’re cold, or cook you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Or kiss your toothaches goodbye. Or pray with you before you go to sleep. Or wake up every morning with the sound of the alarm clock, that will be turned off afterwards because of the choice to stay asleep with you, with her arms wrapped around yours, or your arms wrapped around hers, or both. She’s the most fortunate, for she stays with you all day, and yes all night, and all dawn, and all dusk – all the time. Sure she’s having the best meals, with you on the other side of the dinner table. She gets to share with you the sweetness of that dessert that she could have possibly made. She’s the only one who sees you first thing when you wake up in the morning, and last thing before you go to sleep. She hears your voice, your raps, your murmurs. She sees you dance, and krump, and giggle. She listens to your laughters, to your cries. She sees you turn red when you’re in fury, and when she smiles, you probably get better. When she cries, you probably pamper her. When she gets babyish, you probably cuddle her up. No doubt, she’s holding the aces.
I’m a writer.
And my words show what you are to me. I appreciate you. She doesn’t. And for that, I hold the power.