I want a comfortable sort of love. You know, the kind that sits next to each other in silence for an hour or two reading books. We don’t talk much. A shared smile between pages every now and then. His thumb circling mine. I want a love that doesn’t need to be anything other than what it is.
I am a serious person by nature. I always look into double meanings and often talk with too much passion. I think about the future a lot and the past, even more. But I am trying. Trying to release myself into the world slowly, trying to tell myself that all great things take time. And perhaps, I am the greatest masterpiece I could ever hope to work on.