One day, when everything finally falls into the right places, we will give each other a chance. We will start from the beginning and do everything we did for the second time. But this time, we’ll be careful and wise enough in handling those things that we’ll meet us in the middle of our way. We will feel the butterflies again, even if we’re already familiar with such feelings, we will treasure every moments that we are together. Every seconds count. We will not rush things because it’s one of the reason why we never make it the first time. We will take things slowly, but surely. We will reach the peak one hundred percent.
One day, I’ll hug you so tight and never let you go. I’ll make you mine, mine alone. I’ll be considerate enough in handling you not like the old times when I didn’t mind if you’re getting suffocated or not. I’ll never fail to remind you that you’re a blessing and everyday of our lives, I’ll make sure that you are wanted. I’ll listen to you when yo talk and do the right things when something is bothering you. I’ll prioritize your happiness and pay attention to those things that will make you cry, if there is any. My job is to make you smile and make sure that it’ll never leave your face.
One day, we’ll meet again. More mature individuals. Life has already taught us everything we need to know. We’ll be ready to settle down. And as our paths cross again, in that moment, we know that it’s a sign that it’s still us in the end. We will get married and make new, happy memories. We’ll build a family of our own. We’ll watch our children grow up and make sure that they’ll take the right way of life. We’ll celebrate every important occasions with them and we will love it as our grandchildren call us grandpa and grandma. We’ll be contented with those things life has given us and we could never ask for more.
One day, we will grow old together. And we’ll travel back in time and reminisce everything we shared from day one. How we met, how life separate us, how we met again and how we ended up in each other’s arms. We will sit down in an old bench and watch our old photographs and listen to our favorite songs. We’ll dance in the kitchen just like what we used to do when we’re just teenagers. We will hold hands and wonder how they still perfectly fit. We’ll die happily knowing that in this lifetime, we’re able to be at our happiest. We’ll say those magic words like it never fades even if old age has already overtaken us.
I can relate to this