It's when the daydreams merge with reality.
That's what love is.

It's not that you don't look perfect from down here.
It's just..
The rooftops in big cities are always so beautiful.
And I'd love for our surroundings to be as beautiful as your gorgeous lips, hair, smile, eyes, body.
I just want everything to be beautiful tonight.
And on the ground we can only imagine the skyline.
Now. Tell me.
How do we get up onto that rooftop?

We're being reckless.
Giving into temptation.
Your lips are magnetic.
Forcing mine upon yours.
Your touch is sweet.
Delicate even.
City lights shine for us.
Symbolising the spark we have.
Connection.
Desire.
Emotions.
Is this love?
Maybe.
It's the reckless kind.
The one that tears your heart out.
And leaves you breathless.
And speechless.
So conflicted.
We have 8 days.
So much could happen.
We should stop.
But being careful never enticed me.
So let's be reckless.
Let's kiss the way we did by the water.
Let's hold each other until we are one.
Let's love.

I'm speechless.
Tonight was perfect.
City lights.
Sneaking out.
Forbidden kisses.
Perfection.
Your lips.
My lips.
Your body.
My body.
We are one.
Speechless.

One foot in front of the other.
It's not that hard.
It's life dear.
Balance.
That's all you need.
And tension.
Slacking will inevitably make you fall.
I guess that's what happened then.
That's why I lost my balance.
The second I saw you,
I stopped putting one foot in front of the other.
And I began slacking in my plans.
I felt as though I was floating.
Looking into your beautiful dark eyes.
Oh how wrong was I?
So wrong.
I wasn't floating.
I was falling.
The tightrope went limp.
And I completely lost my balance.
What now?

I dremt her to be perfect

A person filled with every expectation I want her to fit.

She did. I kept dreaming.

Because perfect doesn't live here.

We live in broken.

It is welcome and praised around these parts.

We are real. We are complete. We are together.

I forgot why I was afraid of love.
And then in one quick heart wrenching pull.
I remembered it all.
I remembered why I built my walls.
I remembered why I didn't believe in compliments.
And I remembered exactly how it felt to have a broken heart again.
So now I'm laying in bed.
Cuddling a pillow.
Feeling wet tears stroke my cheek.
And all at once my heart is so heavy that I may never rise from this bed again.
I think I could look at this ceiling for forever.
Maybe.
If only I could keep you out of my mind.
Your big brown eyes staring deep into my soul.
Mocking me.
And how naive I was.
How could I have been so forgetful?
I forgot that I was terrified of love.
And now I remember why.