about days. pt 2.
(draft from december 14th 2023)
365 whole days has passed since i met you. that’s a lot, right?
you said to me earlier that you’ve also liked me at first sight, like magnets do. you remembered my suicidal jokes and laughed again, just the same.
we’re still the same, even when a lot has changed.
right now, it isn’t about longing for you, but actually longing for when are you coming back. it’s about being the one holding you while you sleep; about sipping bitter coffee together and gossiping about people i don’t even know; about silly faces and loud laughs while we brush our teeth in the morning; and stolen kisses before that… it’s about life with you.
actually, still is about a lot of hopes, but not the ones i had before. it wasn’t all just some kind of despair about being in love. it was love and still is, ‘cause i didn’t find anything about you that i don’t like.
so… still is about days, and coffees, but now it’s about us.








