Between the early cuddles and morning breaths, the tiny kisses and sleepy eyes, I fell in love with mornings.
My second favourite thing to wake up to, is the sound of the lapping ocean, the chirping of birds or the warm summer rays on my morning skin. My favourite thing to wake up to is with you right beside me.
There is something so precious about mornings. In my opinion, it is the rawest state of life; the moment between dreams and reality. It is the messy hair, sleepy voice and morning breath. And in spite of all these raw, real and unglamorous moments, if someone still kisses you good morning, it has to be love.
Time flew by really quickly. He met me at the petrol station and carried my backpack home. At home, he made me hot tea and a hot water bag for my cramps. Kuscheln and kisses, it made my cramps all better. Every night, I am just insanely spoilt. I think I was alternating between heaven and hell. But man, was he heaven.
I don’t think it will ever be over between us. Every time I think that I am over him, my heart beats faster when I see his face again. The butterflies come back in my belly. I guess he will be that one person that I will always love; the person I think about when my mind drifts around aimlessly, the arms I fall into with a room full of lovers, the first person that pops into my head when I read poems. Perhaps in 5 years, he is not the one I wake up to in the morning, but I will never forget that sleepy voice at 8am telling me not to go.
Thanks for giving me cuddles. Thanks for spoiling me. Thanks for making me happy. Thank you for everything. Thank you for always having me as priority. Thank you for loving me.