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Shreya May 2020
Tracksuits and red wine
It's midnight and John's voice fills the room.
Our jenga castle crumbles,
We dissolve in a fit of giggles
And realisation hits me in that moment,
How my eyes always seem to find yours in the midst of a crowd,
How these lazy movie nights are the best nights of my life,
And the mere thought of losing you crushes my soul,
"You fill up my senses." You sing along, chuckling as your hand grasps mine,
And you pull me to you.
That vanilla scent intoxicates me, your warmth wraps around me, your dreadful singing and those awful voice cracks make my ears bleed,
but god you bring a smile to my face.
Laughter escapes me,
And I sing along with you,
as we mismatch our steps and sore across the house like we know what we're doing.
And that moment is when I look into your eyes,
I know.
I'm falling for you.
And there's no one who could make me laugh at these stupid random things.
There's no one who could look at me the way you do,
There's no other you.
And Even if there was,
I'd choose you.
Again and again.
Because As "Annie's song" plays,
Everything, all the imperfect perfections, you,
you make the broken part of my heart beat again.

— The End —