I couldn't help thinking of you
as this little boy with dreamy eyes
and chubby cheeks that always seem
too full because of your wide smile.
I imagine you riding your first bicycle
without its training wheels,
with you trying so hard
to keep the tears from falling
when you fell down and scraped your knee.
I wanted to be that girl
who will hold your hand
and kiss away your tears,
to tell you that it's okay for you to cry,
to show them that you were hurt.
Because for now,
all I can see is the you
from right here, right now.
The one who sits beside me
when all that my limbs could feel
were just pins and needles.
The one who kisses away my tears
when the world seems all bleak and dreary.
If only I could travel back in time,
back to the time where the little boy
with those dreamy eyes and chubby cheeks
fell from his bike.
Then maybe, just maybe,
I could be that girl who would offer you
even just half of what you have given to me.
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