Dear best friend,
I find shelter in you
You were the hurricane strutting across the foyer
turning heads, blowing minds and
I was just a spectator, entranced by the wind
in your hair, or sometimes better
a passenger on the ride of your roller coaster

As the sun dimmed and curtains are drawn
Skin peeled and knees are scraped
hidden from watching eyes, I realise
you are greater than words,
you are my symphony,
the smell of the Starbucks coffee that lingers,
prancing in my nostrils.
The dark chocolate cakes and
the popcorn-shooting bazookas.
The endless banter or occasional silent phone conversations
counting your breath on the
other end of the line.
The silly faces and handprints painting the full length mirror.
The mess of the flooded changing room and
us dancing away with our soaked feet.

Countless sunsets proved me wrong.
You were never just the storm
sweeping every feet you came across.

Even with the crazy distance which
stretches towards the moon and back,
the numerous tides separating the monkey and the shark.
Your shadow I see everywhere, from
the Korean Restaurant to
the school library.
You are the colour of my world after
a drizzle,
the stretch mark across my back
imprinted in my story, painting
my plot with colours and adjectives.

Too much is never enough with you.

I've never been happier that
our worlds collide and
I only wish for more sunrises and sunsets
with you.