Like I’m Gonna Lose You – Meghan Trainor ft. John Legend
It started raining while the night is still young.
You’re in the music I am listening to, my stupendous love.
A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
It started raining while the night is still young.
You’re in the music I am listening to, my stupendous love.
You wish too many great things to happen… all at once.
Cute. Credulous.
My you.
🍀
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYlsGiUrAl4
It is a different universe here.
Here I pause and reflect back. Toast to life’s gratifications. Learn. Unlearn. Relearn.
Here I acknowledge, admit, correct and promise my mistakes.
Here I fix what is broken.
Here I throw away my anger, tragedies, frustrations, regrets, and despair. Never having to swallow them back ever.
Here I unburden the weight of the ever-metastasizing thoughts.
Here I metamorphosize.
Here I stitch, comfort, listen to my weary, worn out, marred, dirt seeping soul.
Here I share. Shape my imaginations and understand, color my feelings and doodle my whereabouts.
Here I connect to you. Here I breathe the clean air.
With blank papers here, I live paper weight everyday.
Here I go naked about my imperfect, good, twinkling, dwindling, liberating, concealed, unhealthy, healthy, rotating, revolving life.
It’s a good place to be here.
It is a different universe here.
Comments closedPick anything, speak your truth.
Open your heart, tell your story today,
because if you don’t, if you must miss;
no one else is going to do it for you.
Meaningful dust.
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Relationships will be put to test. Both of you will make mistakes.
Both of you will have misunderstandings. Not every day will be a bed full of roses.
Somedays you might not feel like talking to anybody, not anyone.
Somedays you might have a dry thirst to just want to be left alone without any obvious reasons, any questions asked.
Somedays you are a soft comma, some days an exclamation.
But no matter what, promise me to promise up-front, you’d save each other’s back when you need one the most.
Promise me, to promise up-front, to talk your way through should you argue. Apologise. Weep. Hug. Cuddle. Laugh and have a blast for as long as you live to love, love to live for each other.
Promise you’d let your love of life be fire, be flawed, be free like the rainbow colors occasionally painted on the sky.
Promise you’d make space for him, for her like our enormous outer space. Make the other feel deeply cared in your humble universe.
Mom affirms,” Our short life is a long journey. Wherein, the most rewarding part of the ride begins from when you finally have someone special in your life. The one who vows to be with you, hand in hands even in every worst possible odds.”
Comments closedRemember you wrote, I like you in ways a woman likes a man.
But, don’t bother.
Please, don’t fall in love with me
again.
She fell in love. She was flying.
She turned to butterfly, never was the same again. Firefly.
The first meet. The first heartbeat.
The first terrible, terrible laugh. The first touch.
The first kiss. Every sensation of it.
The first dance in the rain. That first candlelight evening.
The days that followed. All the nights slept.
She is an undiscovered feel. She is a something else, rare chill.
She is happy with me. Lucky me.
She is no way a match, an honor to poor me.
My melting, beautiful chocolate mess.
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She makes it all worth it.
Revelry. Restlessness.
She makes it all right.
Chaos. Color.
She is the one for me. I am her man.
The only.
Hers.
— A note to my younger self —
Slow down. Enjoy life.
Love Yourself.
Hard work beats talent.
Work harder, dream wild, persevere and know that just about anything is achievable.
Say fuck off to the deserving ones.
Say thank you to the deserving ones.
Be a gentleman.
Stay kind. Be humble. Polite. Nicer. Merrier.
Be un-apologetically yourself unless you’re not harming anyone.
They call it Un-fuck-with-able.
It’s cool to be weird.
Don’t worry about grades and GPA’s.
Learn new skills. Grow.
Save money and spend it all in experiences.
Read good books.
Don’t drink in the name of walking grown up strides.
Don’t think too much.
If you love someone, confess, propose. Don’t worry about aftermaths.
In the end, it should be absolutely fine even if your love is not returned back to you.
Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall back again.
Feel.
p.s. apologies for the slang. They are there to encapsulate just the feel of it.
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