I want the sun to wake me up on an early summer morning. Hearing the scratches of your pen against paper as you sit by the desk in our room. I want to watch you through sluggish eyes as concentration marks your face. Hear the birds through the open window and smell the breeze.
I want to live through every qliche with you as if we would write the soppy stories ourselves. I want to have every laugh, every breath, every heartbeat of us.
Be my peace and my disturbance. Shake me and surprise me. Ugly laugh with me.
Let me love the quiet for the first time in my life.













