Love is more than just happiness. It is the triumph of light over darkness.
Someone who makes you and your memories together feel timeless.
I thought I would be independent and do my own thing and enjoy the sanguinity of being alone and having the liberty to make my own decisions. But I never thought that I would ache for company every single day, just for someone to listen to me to rant away.
If there was a parallel universe somewhere out there. A place where we could be possibly be together- I would cherish every inch of your body and every atom of your soul.
You start observing yourself observing them, their little scars or birthmarks exposed in peculiar spaces, the crinkles around their eyes and their mouths that form when they smile and their laughs that impersonates the explosion of galaxies. And these little things memorize themselves in your mind.
Distance and time difference seems so petty in comparison with everything that holds us together.
There is no “certain age” when you’re supposed to fall in love.
Fall in love with yourself instead of wasting your time and energy and something that is only capable of being fictitious. Wait for something that will be real. Have patience because what’s the worst that can happen?
Fall for the who makes you feel the warmth of the sun on winter days. And someone who gives you the rush of all the different hues in your favourite flowers. Someone who brings out the heat and passion of red in roses within you.
I think about the smile the stranger at the bus stop gave me. I think about how tired I was in the morning when I woke up. I think about my family in a land 4000 miles away in a different time zone who are probably sound asleep.