Beautiful Days Like This

 

Beautiful days like this...

Beautiful days like this would start with a morning kiss from someone you love. 

A smile from your crush living across the street. She's brushing her teeth on her balcony. 

A call from HR that you just got promoted. 

An arrow from Cupid, well your crush is crossing the street to your apartment, she has prepared breakfast for two...

She's wearing your favorite color.

You pretend not to stare.

She pretends not to notice.

The coffee is too sweet, the eggs are slightly burnt, but somehow you've never tasted a better meal.

Beautiful days like this would have her laughing at jokes that aren't even funny. 

Her feet resting on your lap. 

Her eyes carrying that dangerous look that makes a man forget every promise he made to himself.

Outside, the world would be moving as usual.

Cars. People. Deadlines.

But inside your apartment, time would have resigned from its job.

Beautiful days like this would have her asking, "So what do you want to do today?"

And you'd want to say, "Spend the rest of my life right here."

But that's too much truth for a Tuesday morning.

So you'd simply smile and shrug.

Then she'd kiss your forehead.

And for the first time in years, the future wouldn't seem so frightening.

Beautiful days like this would make you believe that maybe all the heartbreaks were worth it. 

Every rejection. Every lonely night. Every unanswered prayer.

Maybe they all happened just so this moment could exist.

Then she'd lean her head against your shoulder and whisper,

"I'm glad I found you."

And suddenly every sad song would make sense.

Every poem.

Every scar.

Every tear.

Because sometimes love doesn't arrive to complete your life.

Sometimes it arrives to explain why nothing else ever did.

And on beautiful days like this, you'd secretly pray for the sun to stop moving.

Because deep down, you know the evening is coming.

And with it, the possibility that one day she'll become what all beautiful things eventually become; a memory.

The kind you revisit at 2 a.m.

The kind that still makes you smile before it makes you cry.

The kind that reminds you that once upon a time, on a beautiful day like this,

someone crossed the street carrying breakfast for two,

and for a little while,

the world was exactly the way you wanted it to be. 💔❤️

© amimoh