I choose you

The day you looked at me from across the room, I chose you

The day you lit my cigarette, I chose you

The day you dropped me home safe, I chose you

The day you held me while I puked, I chose you

The day you stood by me in the crowd, I chose you

The day you held my hand, I chose you

The day you kissed me like never before, I chose you

But then came the day you decided to let go,

And even though it’s been a while, I still choose you.

At the gate

Standing at the gate, I would turn around to look at you. Waiting for me, you would swing your bag around, turn the ignition of your bike on and ask, "Want to head somewhere?"

That's how it all started. A few drinks now, a dinner date someday or a movie sometime later. And somewhere between downing all the drinks and hogging all the cheeseballs, we found each other - in the need of friendship, in the hope of companionship and in the want for love.
 
And after just two weeks of whirling around the city and reeling in laughter, we wanted to stop, this time to find ourselves.

But here I am still waiting at the gate. There you are still looking at me.

As we go different ways I realise, maybe we were just two lonely souls trying to find home. And if not a home, I know I found shelter in you.