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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 how much I love him but then the soft 'I love you' I say, as he looks into my eyes and his smile after hearing it seems more worth it. But I blush every time I say it, maybe it still seems unbelievable or maybe his gaze does it's magic, but for all the blushing and ears getting red, every moment with him is highlighted.

Every time he says my name or calls me by a nick name the butterflies I cherished since 3 years ago who only sang his name, flutter as if he is flirting. But then, can't blame the butterflies when my notepad holds details of his every word. 

Somewhere in my mind, within the past three years, I have wished countless times that we should sit together again, we should playfully fight one more time like the times when we used to, I should laugh on his lame jokes again, I should show him that I love him in ways that he wouldn't even figure out, I should hold his hand and pretend that the butterflies don't exist or that I should hit him and then just smile. I will miss the old times with him but now the possibility of a further future with him makes leaving the past seem okay.

I don't know how things would turn out but as long as he would be with me, the ending will always be 'happily ever after'. Because with him, life is sweeter. 

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And the world is a little rose tinted.



Thank you so much

For giving this your precious time

Stay tuned for more!

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