Overwhelming and Infinite

They say when you like someone,

You dream of kissing their lips,

Or cuddling under the sheets,

Or tight, minute-long hugs,

Or saying goodbye with a forehead kiss,

It's not like i don't want to,

It's just that when I look at you

I'm taken to the sea,

Us, by the beach,

Squinting, stargazing,

Constellation-hunting,

Tracing Orion or maybe the big dipper,

Then laughing, realizing it isn't either,

It's just that when I think of you,

Everything is in slow-motion except time,

Which reminds me of museums,

Us, taking intently slow, calming walks,

Admiring artworks,

Exchanging interpretations,

And then calling each other out,

When we discover an artwork,

We think the other would be in awe too,

It's just that when I think of you,

I long for conversations,

Of different worlds you've traveled through,

From a book you just read or are reading,

Or a mind-blowing plot, 

Of an animation or a movie,

And maybe at times,

We exchange signature quips,

From a tv series,

And then later on having to explain,

Because the other hasn't watched it,

It's just that when I think of you,

I long for long drives,

And random political discussions,

We agree or at times, disagree,

Then have at it judging other people,

For being Marcos apologists,

All while we alternately choose the next song,

We want the other to hear,

Or appreciate the song's lyrical poetry,

It's just that when I think of you,

Everything else is quiet except my heartbeat,

The quiet that reminds me,

Of slow-motions, of calm walks,

Of long conversations and laughter,

But most of all,

When I think of you,

I am reminded of the quiet,

The quiet that kisses our lips,

The quiet that cuddles us,

The quiet that bids forehead kisses,

The quiet we manage to still enjoy, 

Even without words.

Because it still feels like home,

And for the first time,

The universe didn't feel as daunting,

But overwhelming and infinite just the same