A realization!
See, I don’t want you to fall in love. Falling is what usually leaves you
broken. I want you to walk into it sober as fuck, with all your senses awake.
Because when it comes to love and perfect timing, there is no alarm clock
waking you up. There is just a gut feeling which has nothing to do with
butterflies. It’s that calm, matter-of-fact realization when it’s a monotonous
Monday and she’s sitting beside you on a garden bench or in some restaurant, looking
like she traveled halfway across the city to meet you because she did, she
wanted to see you, she wanted to tell you about that one asshole for the 100th
time and you simply sit there and smiling, watching her throwing her hand and
making faces, ordering her favorite food and eating like nuts and you can’t help
but wonder how you want to kiss her even if it’s for the first time or 500th
time, or how you keep hearing her banter for the rest of your life and never
get tired of it.









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