"One sunny morning I will wake up and scream how much I love you while you bring me hot breakfast to the bed, which will remain untouched as we make love. I will forget where I kept my car keys and we will spend an hour searching for it and bonk heads thrice while we look under the table, and finally find it on the kitchen counter. I will sit up crying in the middle of the night after having a nightmare, and you will hug me and light me a cigarette to calm me down. I will read a book while you come up to me and snatch it away, shutting me up with a kiss. I will accidentally hit your nose as I move my hands around excitedly trying to explain how I saw two cats fighting outside the café we were sitting in.
The day you gifted me that dead rose I knew we had something more than average lovers do. We were wild and hungry, with cold chicken nuggets instead of chocolate bars and horror flicks instead of romcoms. Cupid did a pretty nice job when he struck us with his love bullet – because love arrows are so once upon a time – and we died in love together. It felt like I was Beauty, except the rose was already dead and you still remained the Beast. And nothing could have been more perfect than that. We mingled reality with love-soaked fairy tales, and lived in our own castle of imperfections. We never believed in perfect sunsets and starry nights, because lazy afternoons and booze nights with blurry visions seemed more appealing to us. We did not believe in forevers, but we lived in the moments and created lots of happily ever afters. We created our definition of love, something we did not want the world to see, something no one would ever understand. "
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Petrichor
Short StoryMusings, poems, short stories, love, rain, cats, naps, chocolates, stars, heart breaks and life.
