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 the smell of wet pavement after rain, incessant rain on a dark day. it's the first crack in the dark clouds through which the first golden rays of sun hit the ground after days of rain. it's like the smell of new books and the excitement you have to read them. it's the warmth of hot chocolate in winter, or that way you love to make your tea or coffee,like a warm drink to ease the pain of life. 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 the happiness of waking up in the morning when its quiet and the only thing you can hear is birds chirping,when you're free for the day so you decide to reread your favourite book and visit that world once again in which you used to get lost. 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 a big warm hug, something reassuring for when you're sad,heartbroken,upset or just tired. it's the happiness you feel for that one moment when you enter your house after a long day at work or at school and your pet comes running to you and rubs themselves against your legs. 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 like being hurt by the person you loved. 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 like the death of someone close to you, someone who knew all your hobbies, your likes and dislikes, your secrets, someone you trusted more than yourself. it's being alone in a big city. it's like waking up every morning with the knowledge in the back of your mind that you're waking up alone. it's the sadness, the heartbreak and loneliness you feel when you give so much,you give the best you had to that one person you adore, the one you wish adored you too but whatever you do, it's not enough for them and never will be. it's like being hurt by someone you loved, loved to pieces, loved unconditionally. it's loss like you've never known.
it's claustrophobic but liberating. it's happiness but heartbreak. it's love and it's loneliness. it's gain and it's loss. 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.
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