emotional junkyard

i still remember the night we walked together. i couldn't bring myself to say anything. but the silence was too comfortable, so i didn't complain. neither did you. then all of a sudden you stopped. just like that. and slightly 'nudged' me to stop, or did i imagine that myself? i don't know. but i stopped too. the look on your face though, you actually scared me for a bit. that beige t-shirt looked too cute on you, but i don't tell you. i don't tell you beige is my favourite colour. "i wanna tell you something", you mumbled and fell silent. my mind started going through all the scenarios i might have messed up. oh god, no. please don't say it. don't say anything. when you slowly attempted to speak, i stopped you. "please don't tell me you like your maggi with ketchup", i said and that smile on your face made my insides flutter. maybe i fell in love with you then. or maybe i fell in love with you when you 'nudged' me to stop. but the thing is, when love comes wearing your favourite colours, let it in. let them in.

the fact that laughter is contagious is so beautiful to me. like oh that made you smile? that made you happy? well then, i have no choice but to be happy with you.

a love that feels like the sun in your chest

never underestimate the healing powers of a good playlist and a solo-drive.

mahmoud darwish was right, i indeed want to change roles where you wait and i don't come back