You never saw me in my most vulnerable state. You always see me as the invincible one—strong, brave and composed. I tend to project and believe that I can do everything. I think that’s the reason why maybe, just maybe, you seem to be not interested in me. You cannot see any chance or probability of playing a significant role in my life, considering I have Superman as my cover.
The mere idea of you getting near me is enough to weaken my defenses. The fact that there is a chance that we can meet makes butterflies fly in my stomach. The probability that I can look into your eyes, or hold your hand, and see my future right in front of me, gives chills to my body and soul.
You have such an effect on me and I haven’t told you why…
You have seen me in my most vulnerable state. You see me as the invincible one—strong, brave and composed. But you also see me defenseless—weak, wasted, exposed. You know I cannot do everything. And you are always there to take the chance to play that significant role in my life—by simply being there in trying and difficult times.
When my defenses are weakened, you get near me. When butterflies fly in my stomach, you pacify me. When future seems so dark, you look into my eyes and assure me I am not alone.
You were there all the while and you haven’t told me why…