So it’s April.
Spring is late, the rain is pouring outside, and all I wish is for this morning to last for a few more hours. If I could turn back the clock, I would, just so that I could sit here soaking up this feeling again.
I isn’t love, it’s falling.
But falling slowly makes the heart grow fonder. There’s no rush, time isn’t ticking, the clocks to have failed to wake up this morning. There’s only you and I, and all that’s left to do is to fall in the middle of spring.
And if when the time comes we’ve failed to reach love, there will be no regrets, the arrival is secondary when the fall is this tender.
I think I’ll miss late lazy mornings for the rest of my life, and there’s no sweeter gift than the briefness of a perfect moment.
Come back to bed.
Let’s keep falling.