Haste

Each second I used to hold of great importance have diluted — now that I find waiting for you at the bus stop value-adding. The coffee that once had to be perfect have been replaced by the latte you preferred from that old truck. And just as the morning sun, the moment I admitted to myself that I am love, things have started to rise with ease, because now I find myself anticipate the aimless walks in the park with you, the drive just to get to that local taco stand miles away and to that off-track diner filled with people of older age, where you start to throw me questions in wonder of how life treated them the past decades, the kinds of choices they had to make, or the decisions they were firm with to take. And by then, I would have nothing of certain answer, except my repetitive decision that I would choose you.

It doesn’t have to take a lot, unlike what I was made to believe. It does not have to be anything, or anywhere, it just has to be you.

bawling my eyes out i found this within my drafts written in april and what the heck ㅠㅠ