With You. . .

 

What is the future made of?

The sum of all fears, tears? Happiness, smiles? 

 

When does it start?

The day when you laid your eyes on me? The day when our smiles met? 

And that to be with you in my future,

what does it take?

The Last Kiss

''It was a Thursday morning. You were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth T-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole in the back of the neck. You had just washed your hair, and you smelled like some kind of flower. I was running late for surgery, and you said you were going to see me later. Then you leaned to me, and you put your hand to my chest, and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick, kind of like a habit. Like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives. You went back to reading the newspaper, and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.'' - Derek Shepherd to Meredith Grey

I woke up one morning,

and I realised that I didn't remember our last kiss. 

Was it avocado,my favorite fruit?

Was it tobacco, your favorite smell?

Was it rain, like so many farewells?

The Stranger in Us

There are a thousand different ways for you to choose to make it up. 

But in the end you just said that it's me who pushed you away. 

So let me tell you this: I might be stubborn and arrogant brat who knows nothing,

who has his own countless faults,

who probably don't get to make it all about me once in a while,

but I didn't push you away.  

I know it's not easy being with me.

I know you're not the walking wikipedia who knows it all.

Yet the fact that you don't know me at all,

have me question about everything that we've been through: where were you the whole time?