Sweetheart

Saiki is so real actually because any time I get suddenly invited to something I feel upset that "my plans are being disrupted" even though "my plans" were just to stay at home and feel a bit sad.

What if we kissed though? For hours? Maybe?

there’s love in long messages. in late night phone calls. love when laughs echo around us. when we dance. there’s love woven into your “i saw this and thought of you” or “i can give you the space you need” or “i am here”. there’s love in your eyes when you understand. and in your smile when you don’t but still try to. it’s in the food we share. flowing through the tips of our fingers when we touch. and intertwining when our thoughts flow together. there’s love captured in our photographs and even better, in our memories. days pass and there is love. always love, still.