You came out of nowhere, a white-clad savior. And just like that, the Freesia of Desire rooted itself in my heart. I was filled with longing for you.
Someone gave me water when I was thirsting. When my eyes opened, I saw your silhouette over me. Your black, soft hair hanging above my face, and your deep, golden amber eyes.
That easily, a rainbow emerged in front of me.
It's not like "hope and love always prevails" or whatever they say. My love for you is completely hopeless. I know you will always love someone else. No matter for how long I search, I won't find an eternity to spend with you.
You came out of nowhere to hold me steady, to keep me grounded in a world full of turmoil. Some people spend their whole lives hoping that would happen to them, and I don't understand. It hurts so much, after all.
You emerged from heaven in my weakest moment, a warm, steady shoulder to cry on; someone I never wanted to let go of, couldn't let go of. You looked at me not with pity, but with understanding. A gaze as sharp yet warm as the sun. And just like the sun, I could never make eye contact. I was afraid you'd see how I felt.
You were a white-clad savior who guided me from the dark into the light, on the way a shining beacon but facing away.
