dreams, lovers, and eyes full of stars.
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| "out of sight but you're not out of my mind" |
I wanted the type of love where labels were never our thing, where we were just two souls in love, the moon was the witness of our adventures and the connection between us were far more breathtaking than the stars' love towards the moon.
I wanted the "kiss me with adventure" "i made you a playlist" "i wrote something for you" "this made me think of you" "late night adventures" type of love.
I wanted someone to just randomly ask me out for late night walks where we listen to each other's playlist together and fingers intertwined as our steps match against the beat of our songs.
I wanted someone to sing out loud in the car with as we drive through cities together and the wind's in my hair and his eyes are filled with stars.
I wanted someone to dance with in the middle of the store's aisle just because we heard our song playing through the speakers.
I wanted to hold someone's hand while we run through the art gallery together and whisper in their ear how beautiful they are to be such a masterpiece, putting the rest to shame when they're here with me.
I wanted someone to go to cafes with and have coffee together without uttering a single word, where we just enjoy each other's company and breathe in the words we wrote for each other, how lovely would it be.
I wanted someone to paint the sky on canvas with me but just ended up drawing each other with few strokes of pastel colors against our clothes and skin.
I wanted someone to call me up at 2 a.m, pouring their hearts out of how endlessly in love they are at the moment and sometimes, those ungodly hours is the time where we would say the things we're afraid to say when the sun is up.
I wanted someone to just make my heart hammer against my chest only because their eyes managed to find mine among the sea of people between us. And it makes us feel like we're the only ones matter at the moment, to each other.
I wanted this type of love to not hurt.
I wanted this to last forever.
I want this type of love to be the ones I find myself sitting on the kitchen floor at 4 a.m with because my heart tends to feel heavy when the world is asleep, and I needed someone to hold my hand and kiss my scars and make me forget the immense pain I felt throughout the past years.
I wanted this type of love to be the ones I find myself dancing with to our playlist in the living room when the kids are asleep and this is the only time we have for ourselves.
I wanted this type of love to be the ones I spend my Sunday mornings with in bed as we look though a box of polaroid pictures and tell the stories behind each one of it.
I wanted this type of love to be the ones I see the world with, and fall in love with the universe all over again.
I wanted a type of love that was far to good for me to even have. I wanted a type of love that I knew I didn't deserve. But with my head in the clouds, everything seems so beautiful for once. I'll break my own heart waiting for my lover, but there's nothing wrong of having a breathtaking kind of love to dream of.
yours truly,
ghost.
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