When you're kissing me and you stopped kissing me for a sec and grinned and kissed again I can't consider something more wonderful than that. The spot of Kantipur starts with a lot of sentiment and energy ,warmth and enthusiasm on your arms and onto our private world .
it merited recalling just like a total new encounter and the minor accident on the moment added a sign for it to be more memorable . What's more, That kiss on that heavy crowded busy streets made me realize later we cares for nobody outta there and then the day after You got yourself preparing to return home.
When i was little i thought love was red roses and expensive dinners... truth is, love is giving her half your Fries when she Said she wasnt hungry. Love is waking up at 4am to her snoring and refraining from shoving her off the bed. It is talking in accents just for shits, and trying to embarrass one another in public. Its going on adventures, and making fun of each other. Its stupid fights and memorable make ups. Love isnt pretty and Romantic... love is just stumbling through life with your loved ones.
Later after that incident you daily gave me a sign that you want me , that you want my sleepy confused look when i wake up. you want to be the warmth that fills the space in my bed . you want to be the shits my fingers crave at night;the blanket that wraps around me all night. you want love to be simple. you want to trust without thinking. you want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally.
I want you to be a massive weirdo with me and stays up really late getting wasted and having profound conversations and morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice,lazy bones'five more minutes babe'. apart going for long drives without destination I also want them to be able to calm the fuck down and shut up and not feel like they need to fill the silence with pointless banter and just cuddle till we fall asleep.
for now the only thing i can say i want to travel the world with you,catch sunsets, kiss you on the top of every mountain we climb,take pictures of you,watch the stars on an empty field,run through rain, days
