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“it is as if the song was written for you”

turns out i was wrong.

this night we discussed 10+1 dimensions, the string theory existence and how our existence might be far from real until 1am.

i fell in love with you talking about something you spent hours and hours of reseach on. even though i could be with you, i am brave enought to say, there was this undying spark of light in your eyes.

once again, i found myself inhaled in every word you said, the pleasure of unknown.

you are wise and you think a lot about things i didnt know existed.

i deffo want to smoke with you and discuss all of this again. you are a love.

and you said that you will send me a letter as well. i rly hope you do.

i was freezing so you gave me your winter jacket.

i always come to you and kiss you.

fav moment? us getting incredibly happy about a pug in a pet store.

as suddenly as the rain comes.

for a day an a half i thought that i was in a dream.

on saturday night we walked hand in hand through the city and i guided you on the way. oxford street was crowded as always but i my eyes only perceived your presence. i lowkey felt like a londoner by then. we stumbled across a great tit(smth) street and you took a picture lf me. few moments later we found this cute little restaurant called salt yard. the food was delicious. we shared some trufle courses and churros. we both thought of luxembourg and how we started talking. something made you cry at the table, and that was the first time i saw you cry. you were crying because you felt so purely happy and whole. after our dinner i took you to the river and the view of the night london by your side, in the early night breeze had a calming feeling. next stop. trafalgar. chinatown. picadilly.

you should kiss my neck more.

of course i spoke in my low voice because i still felt kinda weird sharing how much this song means to me since we listened to it together.

you smiling and kissing me after.

comparing our shoe sizes.

kissing in the backseat.

i asked the baristas to put a coccoa heart on top of your cappucino. for some reason i felt very loved all the time in manchester.

the reason was the look in your eyes. your still half-closed eyes were glazing with love.

“train stations have seen more kisses than wedding halls” is possibly true.

many goodbye kisses. none of us wanted to be the first one to leave.

we both knew the longer we would stay the closer we were to crying.

i wore it while sleeping with you.

your cologne imprinted into the fabric. i could still smell you few day later, after i left.

and no, i am not taking about one of your perfumes. rather about your body.