As I sit in my living room listening to a random lo-fi playlist I found on Spotify, I think of you. I think of all the beautiful memories we have created in this apartment in such little time. I think of every single moment we have stood in front of the mirror, squeezing each other, staring into one another’s eyes full of love. How many times we have cooked together in our narrow kitchen, how many times we have shouted “I love you” from upstairs to downstairs. All of these beautiful memories shared together in this little apartment we made our home. We made love countless times, creating a bubble that only contained ourselves, which separated us from reality. Our very own safe space.
Everything in this apartment resembles you. You are scattered around. No matter how hard I try to block you out of my mind, I think of you. I cannot get you out of my head. I have accepted that it’s a beautiful thing. It has been my pride, to fight these feelings. It has been my pride all along. This is what true love is, why fight how I feel? You are my person, my light, my moon. I am tired of running away, I am tired of pushing the ones I love away. All those times I told you to leave, I wish I could take back. I wish I opened my heart to talk instead of my ego. Pride ruins many things. It brings the ugly out. I cannot live like this anymore. I must be fully open-hearted, and confident in believing myself and my decisions. And I decided to give you all of me, and nothing less. If the universe could give me one thing for the rest of my life, I’d only ask for you and only you. This is my true love.
She Blooms In June - by Lilia 