The Sweetest Poison
You’re sitting on the couch, the world bustling outside, but in here, it’s quiet — just the two of you. You look into his eyes, and suddenly, everything around turns pitch black. There’s you, there’s him, and there’s darkness. Everything feels perfectly still. No music, no noise, just the silent understanding between you two. That’s when it hits you. You want to laugh on your happiest days, with him, and cry on your worst days, with him. You want to ditch parties, just so you can drink wine at home, together. You want to sleep on his shoulders, even when you’re not sleepy. You just want him, right there, by your side, without a reason, without an excuse.
It all works out like miracles. The best few months of your life, the feeling of living on the 9th cloud. Feelings, however, can be fleeting. Metaphorically, it’s a rollercoaster of emotions. Every time its high up in the sky, euphoria and anxiety prevail. You’re trying to cherish that rise but no sooner you find yourself already worrying about the blue days that are yet to come, the fall that is bound to happen.
Consistency is imperative. He loves you one day and doesn’t bother the next day. He gives you time one night and leaves you alone the next night. Sitting on your bed, lights off, you look at your window. Through the little space between your curtains, you stare right at the moon; the only ray of light amongst this darkness…