Just you, Just me

We could be sitting here, right here, in the balcony under the wide open sky, gazing at the stars. Or rather you could gaze at the stars while I look into your eyes. I could be quite, none of us say a word, but I know, it would still be magical.

We could be piggyback riding back into the living room and walking into the kitchen. I reheat the pizza while you still cling onto my back. It could be quite, the pizzas might turn cold again and you might end up on my back again for another piggyback ride, but I know, it would still be magical.

And then, when the clock says it’s midnight, we could watch the one movie you always wanted to watch but never did because you were terrified of watching it alone, and I never watched it because you wanted to watch it with me. We might just end up in arms and miss the entire moving looking at each other, but I know, it would still be magical.

And after the movie that we never saw is over, we can head down on the roads and have a walk while the cold breeze plays with your hair, and I have my hand in the pockets of my jacket, which you are wearing. It’s cold, or it’s my jacket and I own the pockets, or it’s just an excuse to have my hands around your waist, we could fight over it, but I know, it would still be magical.

And then I battle your midnight chocolate cravings, pick you up and put you on the bike, and we cruise through city roads with you holding me tightly with your shivering hands. We go miles to find the one shop that would serve you ice-cream at that hour, it is cold you can complain, but I know it could still be magical.

And then we get back home, I could tuck you in the bed and get to work and write my daily post about “you”. And I know you will not sleep and just look at me through a gap under the blanket and you think I will not notice. And you won’t sleep until I don’t come and wrap you in my arms and kiss you goodnight, but I know, it would still be magical.

It could be just you and just me, and I know, it would be magical.