"You make me happy."
I smiled- he said everything for me. From the beginning, it was just mutual, it's always been mutual. And now, it was known. And we were happy.
Everything happens for a reason.
It's cliche, I know, but there is no other way of putting it. It's like you're looking for something and it never comes into view. But the moment you end this thought process of searching, something pops up- somebody appeared.
It was as if I had already met you before, seen that smile I enjoy so much, observed that animated face you can never let be still. It's as if our fingers have been introduced in the past and our lips used to be friends.
Since the night we collided, the thought of you has drifted around my mind like a boat that's lost its anchor.
Where did my anchor go?
