I’m in love with you.

I'm in love with the mornings I'd wake up with you.
And, although my circadian rhythm would have me up in the early morning and yours could have you sleeping into the late afternoon, often you’d choose to get up too.
At dawn we'd watch the sun rise over the mountain peaks somewhere in the Smokies, steaming coffee in hand; three packs of sweetener for me and two for you.

I'm in love with the evening walks on the beach.
You would naturally speed up the pace and I would explain that if you took it slow, you'll notice the little things.
You'd notice how this ocean is lighter than all the others we've seen before, and so the sun reflects off of it, giving it a beautiful glowing feature.
You'd notice how the scents from the coastline restaurants and the sea collaborate in perfect harmony.

I'm in love with the nights we'd look at the stars, laying in the bed of your truck, hours away from the nearest city.
Advocating for our favorite artists in attempt to declare who would be the AUX DJ, until you'd give in, but I'd end up playing your favorite anyway.
Music humming from the speaker loud enough to fill the silence, but faint enough to hear the crickets.

If you were to ask me when I found love, I'd tell you I found it 19 years ago.
I've been in love with my imagination since the day it was acquainted with me.
The sunrises in the mountains, the walks on the beach, and the stargazing in the countryside are simply just daydreams.

I'm in love with every part that isn’t actually you.



Tuesday 26 November 2024