True Love: When I was 15

When I was 15, I always believed that when the time comes where I can finally feel the love that is true, I will be riding a white horse, with my hands on the hips of a prince who saved me from a great distress, running in centrifugal motion and sighing in a state of bliss, not knowing where we are going.

Then I met you.

And until then, I was confused about how the sky is still the sky and the world doesn't even turn upside down whenever my lips touches yours, just as how the ocean to the shore.

I sat on the roof in the dead of night and asked myself if what we have is the love I have known when I was 15, because if it is, then why is the horse and a prince not present in the story I was building with you for too many years?

The funny thing is, the answer I was looking for was not found in me.

But in you.

In the touch of you