“I just wanted to see your smile,” you said.
Amidst the chaos of my world, in the middle of every single mess I face, your smile brightens everything that starts with a dark and hollow feeling in it.
You came in and the sun is fond of my presence again. It is as if I never had a broken arms or wounded legs before. It is as if I was okay. And I am okay with you by my side.
“You always had me,” you said.
Don’t you know that you always had me, too? Don’t you know that I whispered the same wish for your happiness last night — or any other night after we met?
I want you to know that Manchester will always remind me of you. And I hope you will stomp your foot on that city proudly.
“Those wishes stay within me,” I said.
And I will give you the first bite of my orange if you want, or even the first apple I bought from the market if you need it.
I hope you know that you’re loved, too.
