You.
You are love.
The craziest person around.
Someone who understands me and the way I am.
You complement my intellect. You are as independent as I am.
You are unique.
You are different.
You are beautiful from the inside.
You believe in me.
You are the friendly stranger.
You are my precious.
You are special.
But you are not around.
Do you exist? Would it matter?
Would you let me know..Who are you? Where are you?
I am the friendly stranger, the one who believes in you.
I am not in one place, but wherever you carry me with you.
I exist if you want me to, it matters because it’s on you.
I am not around because, I am in you. 🙂