Let's pretend we're still in love. I want to go dancing, bite your lips, become once more mesmerised by the small, ordinarily irrelevant things in life. You're the only one who let me achieve that, the only one who allowed me to see the bigger picture in life, to love not only you, but everyone and everything around me. From the cries of peckish babies, trickling water in the rivers surrounding the city, specks of dust that become noticeable in the mornings' first light through cracked windows, to the way you whisper "goodnight" as we drift off to sleep. I want to see and hear these things again, just once more.
the broken pages of my love life.













