Without a pause

You, me and forever 💗

Oh, how I wish time would slow when I’m with you. The world spins too fast, days slip through my fingers like sand, but when you’re here, everything softens. I wait, restless, counting the moments until you arrive, until your voice fills the quiet spaces in my heart. You walk in, and suddenly, everything is right again.

Oh, how you watch me ramble—do I sound ridiculous? Am I talking too much? The words spill from my lips, tangled and messy, but you listen like I’m reciting poetry, like every sentence matters. Do you even understand me, or are we both just beautifully lost in this sweet, wonderful chaos we’ve found in each other? Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe I just like the way you look at me when I talk, the way your lips twitch like you’re holding back a laugh, the way your eyes soften like I am something precious.

You tell me to breathe, and I do. I exhale, and you chuckle, and suddenly my heart is lighter. I laugh too, just because you’re laughing, because your joy is my favorite sound, because I swear the world is better when you’re happy.

And then you smile at me. Oh, that smile. You don’t even know what it does to me, do you? How it makes my breath hitch, how it makes my thoughts scatter, how it feels like the universe paused just to admire you for a moment. I want to hold that smile, to keep it, to make sure you never stop looking at me like that.

Oh, I can’t sleep. I miss you, but we talk—so why do I miss you? I don’t know. Do I miss you? Maybe a bit. What do I feel? I don’t know. Can’t we just talk for hours and never stop, stay with each other with no full stop? Let’s talk until we run out of words, then sit in the silence together, because even your silence feels like home. Let’s stretch time, let’s steal forever, let’s exist in this endless moment where it’s just us and nothing else matters.

Are you able to sleep peacefully? Do I pop up in your dreams? Don’t you feel my absence in your heart at night, tumbling around? Maybe it’s just me. Am I obsessed? Does this count as obsessed? What’s obsessed? How long does it take to be defined as obsessed? Yes, I’m obsessed then. Doesn’t matter how long.

We fit, don’t we? We’re opposite, but somehow we’ve found a place where we both belong, a place where we can stand together without trying to change each other. You’re the calm to my storm, the stillness to my chaos. I’m the spark to your grounded warmth, the wild to your steady. Yet here we are, perfectly intertwined, two puzzle pieces that seemed to have no place—until now.

I have nothing to say, yet I want to tell you everything. I want to tell you that I count the hours until I see you again, that when you’re near, the world feels softer, that I replay our conversations like my favorite song, afraid I’ll forget the way you say my name. I want to tell you that sometimes I close my eyes and hear your voice, that your laughter lingers in my head like a melody I never want to forget. I want to tell you that you make life feel a little less ordinary, a little more magical.

But instead, I just sit here, grinning like a fool, letting my heart run wild, soaking in the feeling of you beside me. And for now,

that is enough.