"Baby, I love you"
He says he hushed these words,
The very first time he held me in his arms
Well, I don't remember a fleck of that incident.
But yes, I know he loves me more.
We are not that ideal duo,
He has been everywhere,
From frequently contacted to blocklist.
From possessive fights to sensible quarells
And yes, there have been days
When we've felt like
We don't belong to each other.
He dragged me along all the way,
Bragging even about my duck soup goals,
He has left me to wander on the wildest roads,
And all this while I've walked fearless,
Because I turn back and watch his naif face,
Lighting up even my darkest space.