To love...

She couldn’t count the ways in which she loved him for they were by far not that many 

She honestly couldn’t understand what it was exactly that made her feel what she did 

But she did feel and she felt a lot 

In the mornings before getting out of bed she could feel herself smiling when she thought of him 

In the afternoons if she saw something with the slightest semblance of his thoughts she felt in awe

And in the evenings it was he who crossed her mind, every single night 

But then she wondered

Did he do the same? 

Could it be that they both held separate silent marathons in which each constantly ran through the other’s thoughts 

Could it really be possible that they both thought of each other just as much?

They had lost each other 

Out of the blue, not to be found again 

But if their gazes were to meet once again–

What would we he say?

What would he do?

Would he remember exactly all that they lived in this life and in the previous one?

Would he just pull her in and take in the smell of her hair, disheveled the way he like it?

Would everything be the same or better?

Would there be enough words to capture the moment?

Could it be that above all he always held on to the memory of her 

Hoping that one day the timing would be right 

And all would fall into place

No more running in opposite directions 

No more running away 

Because this time they would be running together

She didn’t know 

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know 

To find him and find out…

Bionica 

De los que siguen sin ser...

Tenía unos 8 años
Estaba en el 3 grado
Él tenía 9 años
Estaba en 4 grado

Un rebelde sin causa
Que le pidió ayuda con una tarea
Pues a ver que ella no entendía mucho
Pero eso no se lo dijo a él

Para nada se le ocurrió decir
Que pues sus tareas eran de él
De nadie mas
Por que a ver quien quiere
Hacer la tarea de otro por bondad?

Por lo menos no ella
Pero lo que si quería
Era que él siguiera hablando con ella
Pues con esos ojitos lindos
Ella sentía maripositas

Le gustaba su mirada
Pensaba que era lo máximo
Hasta cartitas de amor le escribía
Pero de él
Ni 1 recibía

Que hasta los saludos parecían
Ser demasiados
Y nada pasó

Se lo volvió a encontras
En dos etapas mas de su vida
Al terminar el colegio
Al terminar la universidad
Igual de guapo
Con sus ojitos lindos

Y nada pasó
Pues ningún sentimiento alguno
Por lo menos no de su parte
-Bionica

The One

Maybe it's just not for everybody
that one person that's supposed to be
your one true love

the one that you supposedly dreamed about
since the moment you were able to remember your dreams

Maybe it's just about momentary bouts of happiness
that different people are able to
fulfill at different moments

instead of that single one
there are probably a lot ones
times 5, 7 or 8 for all you know

the kind that are 'the one' for that specific moment
so that when you look back and remember
at that trial, tribulation or fun
you're able to smile
because that's just how it was supposed to happen

for the stories, the moments
for the lifetime of experience that
you just wouldn't be able to have
from just that 'one'

Because that's way better than none
Because that's what was just meant to be…
-Bionica