The One with Maybe

Maybe one day we'll hold hands and walk into the sunset once we've made our lives from the stars and the sea and the mountains. We'll probably kiss and it'll be a long kiss: we'll live out a lifetime in that kiss- we'll live, breathe, and die in that kiss. Our morbid belief in love will get us through nights and we'll sit there and watch life happen.

Maybe one day, you and I will reach the end of the world and it would be like feeling love. Feeling love, if love was a sin. We'll sit through the nights, smoking the darkness and we'll dream a million dreams, so many so that the ocean will swirl with our dreaming. With the smell of the sun in our hair and bubbling laughter in our minds, our smiles will be magic.

We'll laugh at how goofy we are and how we get onto each other with arguments. And somehow, through every thing, we'll find new ways to love each other.

You and I, we'll tell stories some day. Stories of drunken nights which have almost always ended in me getting angry. Stories of hope and love and togetherness.

 And then, it would rain. And we’ll together see the blue sky turn into a magical shade of grey.

May be then, will I know if there ever exists happiness, it is when we’re together.