It's another Sunday night, so I get my tea ready, I put on my cozy outfit and just stare at my laptop, watching a random series of episodes of Jane Austen's novels.
Everything is calm, quiet and relaxing, but my mind starts working just like a broken disc, repeating, all of a sudden, over and over and over again, that line that I hate saying too often, at a wrong time, to a wrong person, or to the right one, but too late.
And then I associate it with you. With your smile, and your rolling eyes, and that tight hug that I am really fond of.
The one thing I can't figure out is why do I have to remind myself that? When this single word comes to my head, there's a flash of every beautiful memory that I've experienced with you, and it brings such a rush, that I can't stop playing it every now and again, just like an addiction that has become a habit, already.
I can't even watch a whole movie, without having love filling every little part of my brain. And when I say love, I do mean you.
...But it's the one thing that I prefer being unfixed... I like it as broken as it is, because it reminds me of how perfect we are together!
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