Do you realise actually it’s the little details of you that ignite my weary soul? How shy you look when I told you that your face is a whole art Or the way you nervously talk when your eyes are locked into mine Or when you refuse to leave first though we already spent 25 hours that day Or how your ‘I’m always here for you’ becomes an absolute assurance Or the way you update about you to me, even provide pictures Or when you lovely mention my name that I end up fangirling over your voice a second after Or how your daily compliment puts a period to my insecurities Or your journey to complete the broken me in dark even if your eyes are closed. These seem insignificant to some but your aura runs through my vein That I thought about stitching you into my skin for real So that I’ll experience these little details eternally.
I am the washed up shores And ***** of sea shells, Sharp "Ouch!' and cut of feet. I am sandpaper to gentle touch and dissonance to your symphony. I am the chaos they claimed Only existed in your imagination, And yet, You still dare to love me.
i. He calls me sunshine. ii. He hypes up my pictures. iii. He reaches me every day. iv. He tries to speak in my favourite language. v. He absolutely knows how to flatter me with love. vi. He spams me with morning and night wishes. vii. He still makes time for me out of his packed schedule.
Best of all, he is **** serious with his life vision with me.
— seven things I thought they wouldn’t happen to the insignificant me, before you serendipitously came into my life.
