listening to louis tomlinson singing is a million things. it's like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning, like snuggling into the sheets with your favourite book that's been read so many times, it's worn out. it's like watching your favourite movie again and laughing as if it's the first time you saw it. it's like a bouquet of your favourite flowers,like waking up so early in the morning that the only sounds you hear are birds chirping and the dew is still fresh on the flower petals. it's like the smell of old books, of their wisdom and the stories they hold, not just the ones written in them but the ones they gathered over the years by people reading them. it's like the smell of new books and the excitement you have to read them. it's like watching the sunrise on a mountain top and the sunset on a beach. it's like pulling out that jumper you wear every winter, the one you can't seem to let go because you love it so much. it's like having your favourite bar of chocolate while laughing with your friends. it's like the smell of the earth after it rains, like the freshness of spring and the happiness of summer, like the beauty of autumn and the comfort of winter. it's like coming back home after ages to a family dinner where there's nothing in the air but love.
but at the same time, it's like having your heart broken into a million tiny pieces. it's like the day you realise you've lost your childhood, like going to the store one day and finding out they don't make the candy you loved as kid anymore. it's like going to the park and seeing they chopped off your favourite tree, like the death of your pet you've had since childhood. it's like losing your best friend or that one terrible fight you had with the person you loved unconditionally. it's like losing all your friends, the ones you trusted so much but who only used you and then threw you away like a plastic bottle. it's the harshness of winter and the realisation that you're so alone you don't have someone to spend christmas with. it's like the feel of cold metal against your skin, like feeling tied up in a metal chair in the middle of a dark empty room. it's like all the happiness has gone out of the world and there's no hope for humanity anymore.
it's claustrophobic but liberating. it's happiness but heartbreak. it's love and it's loneliness. it's a hug and a shove. it's home and it's hell. it's life and it's death. it's everything and it's nothing.
listening to louis tomlinson singing is a million things. but most of all, it's magical. it's an experience you'll never forget.
