seen from Pakistan
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Japan
seen from United States

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Brazil

seen from Switzerland
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Switzerland
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from China
the games we play
i’ve just met you and i don’t know you i don’t know how many girls you treat the way you treat me
and to be honest, i don’t really care.
because i’ve decided that in this game i’m not falling until you do
oh really?
i see what you’re doing.
that wink that smile that twinkle in your eye that swagger in your walk that thin white t-shirt those jeans the way you lean in to make a point the warmth of your skin the closeness of you...
you’re gonna have to do better than that.
how different things might have been
how different things might have been,
if we’d been older. if you’d said hi to me that first day. if i’d known you liked disney as much as i did. if you’d said no. if i’d not said, “fuck it.” if we’d listened to our parents’ advice. if you’d decided to become a lawyer, like everyone wanted you to. if i’d left the country, like everyone told me i should. if you’d not waited a year. if i’d not heard of that place and decided to check it out. if i’d spoken my thoughts instead of writing them down.
how different things might have been.
um
does my enthusiasm bore you?
it's not love
it’s not love.
but his skin is warm and his hands are strong and his smile is sweet and his eyes are gentle.
he walks with careless ease and he has the silliest laugh and i discover a different side of him every time we meet.
it’s not love. but it’s magical all the same.