We thought it was love, but it wasn't.
But something about it felt right. We felt right. You felt right.
You felt like an evening walking on road in rain. You felt like touching the morning dew. You felt like stumbling upon a piece of writing that describes me the best. You felt like a piece of music that I will hear on loop until I start hating it, but I will eventually listen to it again. You felt like nostalgia wrapped in aliveness. You felt like that movie scene which made me cry. You felt like sipping on hot coffee. You felt like the silence of a street at midnight. You felt like the warmth of camp fire on a chilly winter night. You felt like the poetry I will have framed on my wall and look at it again and again. You felt like the memories I will want to fondly look at and feel alive when I am planning to jump from the top floor.
So maybe, it wasn't love. But it was pretty damn close. It was as fucking close as being near love gets.
- Unknown
