This Is How You Know I’m Falling For You
Falling for your eyes. Falling for your smile. Falling for your sweet voice. Falling for your touch.
An almost-23-year-old in constant search of something bigger than himself.
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.