what we have is special
you cannot deny it
you cannot tell me that i will find it in somebody else.
because we both know that’s not true.
when i’m in your arms and our bodies fit together like i was made just for you.
when i catch that childlike softness in you eyes and know it’s reflected in mine.
when i’d rather waste a day with you than do anything with anyone else.
when i’m drunk on laughter and can’t breathe because you’ve found my ticklish spots.
when our first date felt like the first day of my life.
when we sat at the top of that hill and watched the world below us;
we felt like we were on top of the world
and i was
because you were by my side.
this is goddamn rare
and i want you to realise that now
not in a few years time when we’re haunted by the ghosts of regret and what-ifs.
why shut a book at the second chapter
when the third or fourth or the rest of the goddamn book could hold all the answers?
or the fairytale ending.