Mr Maverick 🛩️

Mr Maverick 🛩️

Often  people ask me, why I write about love only as a tragedy, like I know it’s only synonymous to hurt. Maybe, it is too many books in my mind, maybe it is bad experiences or maybe, I just hadn’t met you before. So, as I relish each sip of my coffee, the regular one, I think about love. Suddenly, it seems different, it seems much more.  Love just, it feels like the faint smile I try to hide whenever you say something cheesy or sweet on call, the intense vulnerability I feel when you make me look you in the eyes, the constant child like thoughts about if you will like my clothes or new accessories. Love just feels right, and it scares paper away from me. It scares me to write about it because it is good, too good and someday, when it is old and rusted, I’ll make it immortal. The words won’t fade away, it will be there forever.

I often wonder why usually people break up after three months of being together, as if it is a cursed time for all relationships. Maybe, that’s when things finally seem to be real and mature, as if it will stay like this forever, the same routine of loving each other every day as you wake up. Sometimes, it is scary. Okay, being honest, it’s always scary. Just that sometimes some people walk with you over that fear.