The Way

Like a favorite book you try to memorize it's lines or an old picture you almost failed to recognize, like the sweet and sour taste of lies and how they intersect instead of collide, like a love that grows beyond the existence of  a life; an appreciation that lasts, like finding a remedy between these hellos and goodbyes, like the perfect ride with no destination in mind, like the first kiss followed by an awkward pause then a smile, like the way he sees his future when he looks into her eyes, like the way she speaks to him with no disguise, like a notion that is mystified, like old friends reunite, like letting go of the past, like the birthmark above her thighs, like a bad nursery rhyme, like a midnight call when no ones' around, like the words spoken when they're no longer inclined, like a father holding a newly born child, like saying I love you for the first time, like holding hands and stealing glance, like family photos that shows a different side, like believing in everything's alright, like a morning text that makes a day worth while, like being there when he needs you around, like a trust that is built over time, like staying up late clutching the final pages, like losing yourself in a journey you've voluntarily taken, like making the choice to move on alone, like finding a comfort away from home, like ending all those I'm not sure, like a mother's tales and childhood stories, like hard work rewarded, like first impressions and second chances, like affection that isn't demanded, like a song that silence an aching heart, like a song that was the start, like an escape to someplace far, like realising the truth within a lie, like seeing yourself through his eyes, like the way we interact everyday, hoping for a change in any way.