You - Nothing More, Nothing Less!!

Time is ticking, it's a strangely cold night, and I'm exhausted from a hectic day at work, but I'm not tired at all to write about you. My eyes are deceiving me by begging me to sleep for a while, but my heart won't let it, waking me up inside, commanding my mind to repeat that loop of a smooth transition to remind me that you were the reason I slept well that long night and dreamed about my life, my goal, and myself when I couldn't fall asleep.

 How could I describe you when your state-worthy friendship of serenity and love pierced my silence? There are a thousand reasons to remain in solitude, including the fleeting warmth of the moon at night and the pointless phony smile amid crowds. Nevertheless, I found your hand, and it came all the way to me, searching for me.  I was able to spend the entire day in a state of hypnosis because of your sincere good morning and good night pleasantries, and I can't thank you enough for your endless inspiration in guiding me down my pathways, paving the way for myself, and curing me.

Why the antidote of my solitude is your smile when the dimension is nothing more and nothing less? Music that shows, the dance that cherishes, a flower that flourishes, and you, that entangles my imagination; why does my heart want you? as my friend; nothing more and nothing less. Even when I have nothing to say, I still want to tell you about my day; the shards of my smile make a silly tale, still that you find endearing.

When you are hoping for that special person to come into your life, why does it feel like the gain you gained is the loss that I will lose forever? Albeit it's nothing more, nothing less. I want you all the happiness and peacefulness in your life, whoever the reason is, but why does it feel like the star that is far, is far better for a reason to shine than being nearer? The ring that rings to the tick that blues, the shades that perish to the tomorrow that never comes; why does the dream of the chase is creating chaos in the order of mind that only recreate you?

When the answers of why, what, and when will stuck in my heart, I have to realize that this relationship of friendship is meant to be staying forever rather than the promises of Switzerland, dreams of success, and gardens of roses. You are my beautiful morning that makes me hopeful for the day and you are my sweet dreams that perish my nightmare. You are a good friend, and that is special to me. On this 14th February, the day of lovebirds, there is a celebration of you, the you of hope, the you of friendship. There is no 'Channa Mereya' in your wedding, there will be the beauty of lights, the light of heart, and the smile of strikes; there will be dances of roses, the memories of findings, and at last, the wave of goodbye. Until then, there is you (that I adore), nothing more, nothing less.