One, Eight, Two.
When you arrive at the doorstep at midnight, with plugs in your ears, at the gate, your tired face lit up and your lips curved into the most saccharine smile, I know, that you’re in love with me.
When you painstakingly dice the garlic, chopped some chillies, mixing the pasta and your forehead drips with perspiration from the heat while still managing a smile for my shutter, I know, that you’re in love with me.
When you hide behind the most unnoticeable corner of my workplace, acting all inconspicuous, phoning me at the exact time you know I’m done, then firmly gripping my hands, walking briskly, I know that you’re in love with me.
But when you decide that you want to hold me close, smell my clothes, put your arms around my waist, mend my toes, my bruises and care for my ears, give me hope, love my nose, I know that I’m head over heels, in love with you.
So thank you for being my salvation, you have always been there when I needed you the most.
