Sometimes.

Sometimes we’re direct about what we want. You hold my face and remind me that life is perfectly insane and that’s okay, we’re okay. It doesn’t matter if the world thinks that we’re completely stupid for surrendering to each other.
Sometimes we’re not direct, sometimes our affection is limited to high fives and fist bumps to show that we’re in agreement with each other and that’s also fine, because we’ll be fine, someday. It doesn’t matter that the warmest embrace I’ll receive from you will be your back turned to me, or that you’ll rest your head on my shoulder instead of my chest as the sound of my heart calling your name might annoy you. It doesn’t bother me that there will be days when you’re not as beautiful as I remember you to be, or nights when I’d prefer the right side of my bed to go cold enough for me to shy away from it.

I know that there moments when we forget to love each other. Moments when we are confined to the edge of our seats and our dreams come crashing down in sweet harmony in a beautiful showcase. Moments when your hand doesn’t grip my hand like it usually does and my love I want to reassure you, that it is okay. I’ve prayed too many prayers and I’m certain that the universe has heard the unpleasant cry of my humming voice in calling for you to fall back in place.
I’m aware that a day will come when you would have had enough of me and even though you won’t walk away, I’m not proud to say I haven’t prepared for that day because I won’t have the words to remind you of what you mean to me. I will however know how to show it to you, so permit me to smother you with my affection, pamper you with my foolish acts of love and I promise you’ll see exactly what it is I feel for you.

Sometimes we’re madly and utterly in love with each other. We enjoy binge watching our favourite series, filling ourselves with junk food and the only company we need is of one another. On days like this I’m convinced that there’s still hope in the world, that this love is eternal.
Sometimes, sometimes we hate each other. We’re sworn enemies sharing a life and when the weapons are drawn, I have to remind myself to cut through you with your favourite rose pellets because I’d hate for you to sleep in an ocean of the wrong emotions.
Sometimes, we’ll be in paradise, my arms will be neatly wrapped around you and I’ll whisper “alright?” to you because the words “I love you” seem too cliche. I’ll be yours for as long as you want me to be, maybe even longer.