Dear No More A Stranger,
It’s taking months being in distant,
me with my fear, and you, might be with your own problem from the past.
It’s taking months before I gathered some gut to ask you out,
with other friends of course because I was too awkward and shy whenever I was alone with you.
It’s taking months getting drunk each time we saw each other,
because if I was not, I ended up making stupid jokes even though you’re always so kind laughing at them
It’s taking months for me to finally feel your skin,
and a long drive from our friend’s house to mine without even me looking at your face while talking.
It’s taking months just for me to affirm,
you’re simply as self-centered as I am
you’re simply as broken as I am
you’re simply as reserved as I am
and you’re simply as wonderful as I never expected you to be
And it’s taking months, even years of me being young adult to admit it,
a single presence from once was a stranger would make it all different
Dear No more A Stranger,
I like you more than my ego
That’s why I told you this, Dear No More A Stranger
Hurry up and come down in town.
I miss you.
pramirthasudirman 