WHOEVER YOU MIGHT BE

BY KELLY ESTOMO

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Whoever you are, I will love you— No—I will adore you, and my nerves will vibrate in unison when you smile and look down, eyelashes and all.

When you mumble things you think are embarrassing, but secretly wish I could hear (and I will hear it), I will know it is you.

I will wear patience like pyjamas. My head will routinely hit the bed, I will make a headcount of how many pillow crashes it takes to meet you.

My pulse will practice it is !!! for when I see your face or bed-head, from across the room, back against a hallway, a bobbing head at a basement party, wedged in between strangers, or wedged between strangers’ online pictures.

So just let me know where you are, and when you will arrive, and I will run to you.

You will say my name and the simple consonants will sound like an old theme song I have come to love. That is when I will know.

So Whoever you are, I will adore you— No—I will say your name over and overandoverandover like I need to perfect the syllables. I will wear your pyjamas and drag my fingers through your bed-head.

I will peek from underneath your lashes and ask you, “What was that? Can you repeat that a little louder?”, and my nerves will float away on the blanket of a moving sea until your wave shows up, dammit! Show up already! Or y’know, whenever.

Because whoever you are, I will love you.

So just let me know! :) Seen 3:41 am