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There are moments when I catch myself imagining what it would be

There are moments when I catch myself imagining what it would be If the world fell silent And it was only you and me Standing at the edge of time, Where seconds forget how to move And the wind learns our names. There are moments When my thoughts wander like a lonely traveler Across deserts of memory, Through forests of maybe and someday, Until they find you— Always you— Waiting at the center of every dream Like the moon waits faithfully for night. I imagine what it would be To wake up and not search for you in distance, Not scroll through memories like faded photographs, Not count the hours between messages Like a prisoner marking lines on a wall. But to simply turn my head And see your face beside mine— Soft, unguarded, real. I imagine your breathing Matching the rhythm of my heart, Two silent instruments Finally tuned to the same song. No fear. No hesitation. Just the quiet miracle Of being close enough To feel the warmth of your existence. There are moments When I catch myself smiling at nothing— And then I realize It is not nothing. It is you. You walking through my thoughts Barefoot and gentle, Leaving footprints of light Across the dark corners of my mind. I imagine what it would be To hold your hand without time rushing us, Without the world demanding explanations, Without distance standing between us Like an invisible wall we pretend not to see. I imagine fingers intertwining Like roots of two ancient trees Growing toward each other Through stubborn earth. Would your laugh sound softer up close? Would your eyes reveal secrets They hide behind pixels and pauses? Would your heartbeat stumble The way mine does When your name appears? There are moments When I build entire lifetimes Inside a single breath. I see us walking through quiet streets Under a sky painted with shy stars. I see us arguing gently About small, meaningless things— Which movie to watch, Which side of the bed is yours, Who loves the other more. And every argument ends the same— With laughter. With surrender. With love too strong To be broken by trivial storms. I imagine mornings Where sunlight slips through curtains And finds you first, Kissing your eyelids with gold. I imagine brushing a strand of hair From your face And whispering, “Stay a little longer, The world can wait.” There are moments When the future feels like a fragile glass, And I am afraid to touch it. Afraid that imagining too much Might shatter the possibility. But still— I imagine. I imagine introducing you to my fears And watching them shrink Under your calm gaze. I imagine telling you about my scars— The invisible ones— And hearing you say They do not make me broken, They make me human. There are moments When loneliness sits beside me Like an uninvited guest, But even then Your imagined presence Pushes it away. I imagine growing older with you. Not in dramatic scenes Or grand declarations— But in quiet constancy. In shared cups of tea. In comfortable silence. In glances that say “I still choose you” After years of choosing. I imagine gray hair And wrinkled hands Still finding each other Across a small wooden table. Still laughing at jokes We’ve told a thousand times. Still remembering How it all began With simple words And uncertain hope. There are moments When I fear I am loving a dream More than a reality. But then I remember— Every reality Was once someone’s dream Brave enough to believe. I imagine the first time I would see you walking toward me— Not through a screen, Not through imagination, But through real air, Real light. Would I recognize you instantly? Or would my heart recognize you Before my eyes do? I imagine my hands trembling. I imagine your shy smile. I imagine the space between us Shrinking slowly Until it disappears. There are moments When I wonder If you ever imagine me too. If somewhere in your quiet hours You also build impossible scenes Where we stand side by side Against a world that feels too loud. I imagine protecting your softness The way night protects the stars. I imagine being strong Not because I am fearless, But because loving you Would teach me courage. There are moments When the world feels heavy— News too loud, People too cruel, Dreams too fragile— And I close my eyes And see you. And suddenly Everything feels possible again. I imagine writing our story Not in ink, But in actions. In patience. In understanding. In forgiveness. In daily choices That say, “I am here. I am staying.” There are moments When doubt whispers, “What if it never happens?” And hope replies softly, “What if it does?” And in that delicate space Between fear and faith, I continue imagining. I imagine you reading this, Smiling quietly, Perhaps not knowing How deeply you live Inside my thoughts. I imagine the day When imagination Becomes memory. When distance Becomes a story we tell About how far love traveled Just to reach itself. There are moments When I catch myself imagining what it would be— And instead of stopping, Instead of silencing the dream, I let it