Falling for your eyes. Falling for your smile. Falling for your sweet voice. Falling for your touch.
In reality, love is not a sucker for extravagance. It revels in the small things of everyday life. It clings on the normal and makes them great.
I have found love. In fragments. Found them in different people. And every time I encountered a piece of love, I would think I have found the whole of it.
Thank you for staying despite the countless flaws. And thank you for accepting them. All of them, without asking for more than a peck on the cheek and a gentle hug.
We were something I have only read in books but never seen. It was like living in my own imagination.