Even though I know that every path of mine
will lead me to your home just fine,
being a hopeless romantic that I am,
I still wish to choose that one pathway
that would lead me to you faster.
You know, I don’t do anything halfway,
When I fall in love, I fall harder.
I know I am a goner,
When I couldn’t wish for my legs to reach you sooner,
for you, my magical string,
I wished to grow a pair of wings,
Or better still,
If I could just disappear and reappear next to you, at my will.
This post is in response to Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #83
Image Credit: fellow blogger Ruth at Ruth Scribbles.