Just So U Know Everything In The Entire Universe Is Always About Love And When It Isn't About Love It

just so u know everything in the entire universe is always about love and when it isn't about love it is abt the absence of love. hope this makes sense

"and what's your favorite thing about him?"

She smiled "Kisses."

"Kiss?"

"His favorite thing about me is the bridge of my nose. And he took care of his favorite thing by kissing on the bridge of my nose everytime we say bye. I adore this thing about him the most." She blushed.

I hate small talks... no I ain't here to say a hi only. Let us just forget about the existing world at three in the morning and deeply mesmerize in  each others word. Somewhere I heard, dark night shows your dark side. And dark side reflects the lightest shade of your spirit. It truly describes who is actually the person within the materialistic body.

Maybe we both would sit at the edge of my terrace and you'll explain what excites you. But the conversation start with the things which you hate the most, the reason behind your last break down and maybe the most embarrassing thing you witnessed. I promise there will be just us and the crescent moon witnessing our stupid conversation. Maybe three turns to four or moon invites early sun to visit us but I'm gonna hear all your stories.

Just the idea of two sane people sharing insane  things in deep makes my heart flatter like the conversation would never meet an end. I also belive in happy endings. So, we gonna end it with you sharing with me things that excites you,  things that make you fall in love or the very name of your first crush. And please with the first spark of sunrise, we will promise each other that we gonna forget all the things we confessed. Promise?

~k

Now waking up early feels disheartened ;

Cause sunrise still carries your essence a little.

It used to be you and the sun ;

Now, it's just me and that half moon.

I live in escapism from the things I always wanted.

Myth

With the fall of dusk,

I remembered you.

I still kept your unironed shirt,

Which I wore after our first love making.

It still has your fragrance,

And it still gives me butterflies.

I missed your arms around me,

That held me like I was the last person.

With the fall of night,

I missed making love with you.

I never knew when I stopped using my side pillow,

As you were there to drift me to sleep .

Your thick peach lips made for me,

As you ate me,I deliberately used to bite your delicious lower lip.

You loved it,

Didn't you?

You are missing it,

Aren't you?

But with the fall of dawn,

I realized all your promises for the platonic love,

were a lie to me.

You loved me or my body,

That was never mine.

I fell for your looks,

You fell  for my beauty.

Those days were immensely beautiful to being in love,

Yet you made me realize platonic love is a myth.