For all the things I could have, but didn't say

Often I debate whether waiting is worthwhile and for those who matter, it is. I love that people differ so much, that people’s faces could mean anything. I love that I can’t control what they say or do, I love that people so far from perfect can be flawless. I love the conversations that are so amazingly pointless, I love the moments where it feels you couldn’t ask for anything better, where you can’t remove the smile from your face and where in simple silence you can hear the music. I love that one moment can have you smiling days later. I love that often cliché phrases are the only words that apply. I love when everything is black and white, and I find no grey areas. I love that it feels I know people so well yet somehow they manage to offer me mystery, it’s almost as if I never quite fathomed the depth of each person and never did I understand that with each person comes a thousand secrets and skeletons. While uncertain of what draws me in, I wish I could keep this moment in a bottle. I love that while humanity remains confused I find protection in opportunity, but is this figure a mere dream I have conjured?