Say my name in your sleep,
Because yours is the only one I whisper in the mornings when the sun is still asleep,
At nights, when the stars peek out to say hello,
And all the time, every chance I get.
I dream about you at night and when I go on walks at the dawn,
I hear you say my name when I'm at the grocery store,
You are never actually there.
I hope I'm not the only one who's just so in love with you,
So please,
Say my name in your sleep.
It's been a few months now,
And oh, how the times have changed,
I hope it's not my name you say in your sleep,
That you don't think about me when you walk past my favourite ice cream place,
Or when you smell my perfume on someone else,
That you sleep well and I don't haunt your dreams like you did mine.
I hope you don't have that aching hole in your heart anymore,
because the hole in mine is closed,
And so I wish,
It's not my name you say in your sleep.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 9:41 PM UTC
I love winters,
It's my favorite season, I said.
And then turned to you and asked "what's yours?"
You said you didn't have one and I pouted.
I love winters.
I can just hold your hand closer and hug you a little tighter-
because you are my little streak of sunshine on the coldest days.
I love winters.
Because I learned you carry an extra jacket for me,
And now I always forget mine.
I love winters.
I get to make you my favorite hot chocolate,
and you always buy us matching mugs-
we have a little collection now!
I love winters.
You are always cute, but the rosy specks of pink on your face make my heart skip a beat.
You love that red sweater-dress.
I hope you know I wear it just for you-
even though it's not my style anymore.
I love winters.
I have always loved winters, everything in winter is a little more magical to me.
But gosh, I love you more,
because after our first winter-
when I took you along for all my little rituals,
you said winter was your favorite too!
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
Please sit next to me on the train.
And will you also make sure your hand is around my shoulder,
or that my head rests on yours?
But you don't have to do that you know—
maybe you can just hold my hand instead?
Please sit next to me when we are out with our friends,
because I don't want to search for you around in a crowded room,
just to look into your eyes to know I'll be fine.
Because at every table I'll always save you a seat,
and always next to mine.
Please sit next to me on the couch, at home,
even though it's just us,
because just being around you makes me feel softer and grounded.
Because you are the sun to my sunflower—
I'll always be chasing your warmth.
Please sit next to me,
and do it on purpose.
Because I simply don't see the point of us being far apart,
when we don't need to be,
because talking to you is my favorite thing ever.
You my love are the kindest of the people I know,
so, I'm sorry, I know I sound selfish when I say:
"Please always sit next to me."
Please, just sit next to me!
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
What do you know of love? He asked.
As if it's so simple to describe, as if anyone has ever found the right words to show what it really means.
Some people might say it's in the everyday,
The way he grabs you by your waist and pulls you in for a hug.
Some others might say,
It's the grand gestures, proposals in front of the Eiffel Tower-
the excited claps when she says yes.
Some might say it's the poetry she wrote about his coffee brown eyes and his warm scent.
But that's the thing, love isn't this or that,
Love is everything at high force,
it's all the colors at full volume,
It's the beautiful orange as the sun rises
And the stars that decorate the sky at night.
It's everything one can hope and yet everything that is unexpected.
It's beautiful, shattering, safe, scary.
It's all-consuming and still never enough.
Sometimes it's the soft “I love yous.”
Sometimes it's the “you're too much,
But I still want it all!”
Sometimes it's the “I would die for you”,
But it's also the “I'll learn to live for you.”
So, when he asked "What do you know of love?"
I just looked at him, his hand in mine and said "Let's spend a lifetime figuring it out!"
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
"Hey you!" I said out loud as I twirled looking around.
Everything looked so familiar yet different.
All the memories flooding back to me like it was yesterday.
"How have you been?" I asked, as if it were a human.
I'm sorry no one has visited in so long- I know you've been waiting patiently,
We used to be best friends, I think.
I fell headfirst in your front yard so often, you made a flower bed just for me.
I don't think I could have stopped myself from falling, even if I tried.
So many times, I knocked on your door hoping this one was the key.
I waited outside everyday hoping you'd finally let me in.
I know the whole perimeter of this house as if I've lived here forever.
I walk around the house, my legs moving as if it's a dance I've rehearsed hundreds of times,
I smile remembering how it felt the first time,
I begged you to open up, thinking this was it,
But you didn't budge.
The second time,
I think we both knew this wasn't it for sure.
So, you made me a hammock in the back yard where I lay, happy to just be there.
It went on for years.
I came. You never opened your door, but even then, I always ended up staying on that hammock you made me.
We came to an understanding, you and me,
I trusted you and I knew for sure you'd open up only when it was real, only when it was meant to be forever.
But then he came.
Your yard had so many forget- me- nots and pretty butterflies.
The old fountain? Even that had water!
It looked so beautiful I cried when I fell- went around the house again like I did every time, not realizing the door was finally open, and the hammock was gone.
When I finally found it, I was so shocked I stood still just staring- cautiously walked in.
Everything inside was so perfect it took my breath away.
Lover playing softly.
The fridge had every last ingredient for his favorite dish, so I cooked- in the most beautiful kitchen- your kitchen.
Then you gave me the perfect plate with little hearts on it to serve him.
He looked at me with so much love that the closet in your bedroom had my dream wedding dress hanging.
I always went there and just tried it on every time he said "I love you."
But then it came- the day he broke us.
You were so scared, you closed all the doors and refused to let me in.
The flowers were gone; your walls were stripped of its beauty.
You looked so small, so haunted.
I cried, mourning you and him.
I was sure I had lost you forever, that I'd never fall again, I'd have to leave and never come back.
And you know what, it was true- true until he came along.
This time there were no flower beds, no falling.
He held my hand and brought me down through the stairs.
When we reached the front yard, he touched my face so tenderly, put a piece of my hair behind my ear and said carefully yet so surely:
"This is your key, I'll leave it to you, open the door when you're ready.
Whenever that time comes, you'll find me waiting inside with your favorite ice cream and your favorite song playing.
And your library with every single book you'd ever dream of.
I'll make sure everything inside is perfect for us."
And he left with such a bright smile, like a streak of sunshine.
So, I looked over to you and said "Hey you!"
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 9:48 AM UTC