I'm so in love with this person. I wanted to tell the world how much this person means to me. Without any doubt. Without any hesitation. Without any judgment. Just love. Just us.
Sometimes, I think of us flying to another land, living that kind of life we have tried writing in a small, random tissue paper we've got from our pocket. Making memories of our own, without having to worry where our actions (no matter how impulsive or silly) will take us. Without having to explain to others that this is what we opt for. This is what we want. This is what we have.
But then I woke up one day, realizing... that was what we opted for. That was what we wanted. That was what we had.