This happened during the break between sets of Third Thursdays.
I wandered around the store, browsing through books and their pages. One caught my eye. As I randomly flipped to a page, you saw me reading and excitedly wanted to buy the book for me. It was pricey, but you told me you you'll buy it because you saw my eyes sparkle when I was holding it.
I love you for that - for seeing things in me which I am clueless about. I found the book interesting but I didn't realize that I wanted the book that much. So thank you, Half.
I immediately fell into your embrace and cried, CRIED, my eyes out. The disappointment and sadness drowning my face and your sweater, but ironically, I felt calm. Hugging you felt so good.
"You will not find a love that is perfect, but you will find a love that is light, that isn’t heavy to carry, that does not weigh down the core of you. You will finally understand that love was always meant to be soft. That it was always meant to be tender."
Nights are for forgiving yourself of whatever you failed to do in the light of day. They are for the feelings you kept all day. Your bed is ready to cradle you and catch your tears. It’s okay, nights are for rest too.
“I think only once in your life do you find someone that you say, “Hey, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my time on this earth with.” And if you miss it, or walk away from it, or even maybe, blink―it’s gone.”