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I am in love. Like the romcom kind of love, like the 'love you like it's breathing' kind of love, like the books kind of love. I love him, like a lotttttttt. A 'promise' after a 'promise?', a 'forever' after a 'forever?', a reassuring gaze every time I look at him, every text being a reason to smile, every 'good night' with a wish that this time shouldn't end and his every smile with love in his eyes. So, how am I not supposed to fall more and more, every time? As an author and a poet, I should know better than to believe forevers' and eternities, but for him an author would never write sad endings and a poet wouldn't write about losing and leaving. Slow dancing with him on a romance playlist, kissing him in the rain, holding his hand as we see the sunset, laying in his arms as we sit, letting the heartbeats sound louder. All are just silly little dreams which I hope come true . I would scream on the top of my lungs about ...