You could never be a fathom, not to me, at least. You sparkle at the very first ray of sunlight, and you fade as soon as the moon kisses the ocean. you even crawl in my subconscious, tickle my brain, during dawn, when the whole wide world is quiet and still. You are always in the Marianas Trench of my mind and the clock span tick tick tick again and again, counting how many electric pulses have your name. Many, they have.

Yet, I have never been anywhere close to comprehending you. That look in your eyes is still an enigma. That tone of voice that is impossible to tell whether is serious or not. That mysterious silence of yours.

I have no idea of what goes on on your synapses. 

I just know you like green, you miss your grandmother, you take your tea with a lot of milk and 3 teaspoons of sugar. 

I just know you're a heavy sleeper, that you prefer you hair cut asymmetrically and how you cook your chicken with le paso and paprika.

I just know I love every single thing about you. Every mystery left to discover. My unfathomable fathom.