The way you are !!!

“You don’t notice the good !!”, you had said on call. 
And I, I had read all the stories that I had written around you, all the poems that I tried to fit you in and all the thoughts that I had assembled to engulf your essence, but what I didn’t write were the cute little things that get me fall a lil more for you each time you come around. In fact, each time you smile. 
“What they are ??”, I wish you ask !!

The way your un-oiled hairs make your face look a lil cuter, and I, I start dancing in my thoughts. Umm, may be salsa. 
The way you think and intermingle your fingers while walking through the glass corridor, and I, I feel like untwining your fingers and filling those gaps with mine. 
The way you speak, and I, I melt like wax. Remould myself like clay. And dissolve in your aura like tang. 
The way you look at people around you, and I, I want time to stop. People to disappear. Breeze to flow. And you, close to me, a centimetre may be. 
The way you pick your phone, and prove your existence a lil more by being a lil inexistent, and I, I want those messages to vanish, the memories to fade away and all the past to lose color only to get your color. 
The way you eat, and I, I see chew your food, gulping it like a whale and then looking around to get a lil more… :P
The way cheek gets ups and downs, when you smile your sweetest smile, and I, I feel those changes with every nanosecond till it reaches it height and I feel time to stop ticking away.
The way your eyes get closed (like a lil baby) when you laugh, and I, I wanna feel your heartbeat that moment, only to capture it and bring back when you’re low. 
The way you are always sooooooo patient, and I, I wanna look at you and keep looking till the world ends. 
The way your fingers run across keyboard when you type, and I, I wanna be that keyboard or may be the key that you press most frequently so that I can feel the touch of your skin as a ploy to trap your esse. 
The way you do not play songs but have earphones tucked in your ears, and I, I wanna call you without any reason, just to feel your presence through your silent but humming eyes. 
The way your eyes blink, and I, I wanna be time, only to get the smallest of wave of breeze every time I pass. 
The way nerves in your palm feel, and I, I wanna touch them to remember exactly how your palm feels in mine. 
The way you sometimes try and hum a song, and I, I wanna change the definition of good voice & songs coz you might not be the best singer for the world but for me, your voice brings all the missing magic entwined in the syllables.

Well, the list won’t end but night will. And I, I would blink and embezzle all that I could in a moment so that you couldn’t nab me. :)

— “Your waiter from the coffee shop”