Air and serenity. Moon and stars and clouds and night. Pillows and sheets and blankets and you. I will drown in this bed.
The sky looks like it’s falling.
But that’s only because I’m about to fly, and you are the wings
And I whisper my breath gently into your ears, like I was singing the slowest love song in the world and only you and I could hear it.
I am far more delicate than you can possibly imagine.
If we never found this love;
If we never took that road;
If we hadn’t had the heart;
We wouldn’t have this home
You wake up with a list of all the people you’d rather be. But you’re already on my list.
All the space without you in it, is empty.
Because you’re looking for a date, not love. Because you’re more interested in who you go to bed with than who you wake up next to. Because you tick boxes in your head instead of crossing lines in your heart.
When it snows, the wind will try to carry you away from me. Which is why, when the winter comes, we must hold onto each other, just a little tighter.
I’ll be away for a while due to exams, a significant presentation for my architectural degree, followed up a trip to Venice and Verona (a little bit of reward for myself). I’ll be back very soon.
I love you and can never fully repay you for that