I’m talking about you.

I think you’re “my person”

I’m not talking about soul mates.

It’s about what’s upsetting your life.

He doesn’t choose you and you don’t choose him.

He’s not looking for you and you’re not looking for him.

It just comes out of nowhere.

Like rain or fate.

Someone with whom time disappears.

It surprises you, it excites you

He leaves you breathless when he talks to you

Or he’ll take it away from you.

Of someone you recognize with surprise

In your thoughts, in your gestures and breaths.

I’m talking about someone who makes you think

Who understands you even when you shut up,

And that you love him without knowing why,

With that spontaneous love growing

Every day.

I’m talking about someone, but I recognize you.

In the silence of my thoughts

I find my soul reflected in yours,

Clear as in the mirror.

I’m talking about you.

My predestined person.

– Nora H. –

Words : via Metamorfosi-N.H.

Ph : Rewinda Omar