Midnight calls, midnight chats and midnight laughs.
That's all it took for me to
love you.
I hate how naïve I can be.
I hate how I can easily fall in love with someone.
I have a very special talent of loving people who clearly do
not love me too.
I hate it.
I'm a hopeless romantic in a hopeless world.
Love is slowly fading away.
Love is becoming based on materialistic things.
You have a car?
I love you.
You have a house?
I love you so much.
Your bank account looks amazing?
Oh, I love you forever.
But at midnight we tend to forget all these things.
We speak differently.
Our true selves come out to play at midnight.
We make promises at midnight.
We let ourselves feel all the emotions which we hide at midnight.
Our pillows know our secrets.
I love my sleep, but I love you more.
We stayed up till five in the morning.
Just talking. Being genuine.
We both know that we will regret it in the afternoon, but...
We can't help it.
Conversations flow better at night.
Love is only shown at midnight.
It is only felt then.
During the day we wear our masks and we do not display any feelings whatsoever.
But at midnight...
Just like a thief,
love creeps in at midnight.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
Non-FictionThese are all the short pieces I've written. They all form a part of me. I put my heart into this and I hope that will you love it as much as I do.
