Your Splendour and Uncertainties.

I’ve written you notes and letters,
On things that mattered, and things that did not.
I’ve scribbled on the pages of my journal,
With stories about you and your idiosyncrasies.
 
I was surprised to see how I fell in love with you.
Because I fell in love with you while running from silence to chaos,
Because I fell in love with you between your quirks and my mood swings,
Because I fell in love with you even when you were miles away from me.
But it did not matter at all.
 
Because I fell in love with your smile in the darkness,
Because I fell in love with you by looking at the contours of your face,
Because I fell in love with you between stealing glances at you and my phone,
But none of it really mattered.
 
Because I fell in love with you even when words ceased to matter,
And even when you were sipping your coffee or singing to yourself,
I fell in love with you even when you were doing just nothing.
 
I thought I knew it all. I thought nothing mattered at all.
Oblivious to the effect you had on me, I let you go.
But when you filled me with an intoxication and left scars at places I never knew existed,
I completely knew I was willing to drown myself in all your splendour and uncertainties.