Amidst Everything and Everything in Between

A simple reminder about the finer things in life. I saw this photo today and suddenly it hit me. I am not the kind of person who is too fond of the idea of love as most people perceive it to be. I don't really bask too much on its definition. More so, I have never treated this affection as highly as I have treated loyalty, kindness, determination and justness. But I do know that it is something precious, something rare and something genuine. The only problem is, I cannot seem to fully define it because of how the society portrays this overused word, literally and metaphorically.

And then I saw this post. Somehow, it gave me a lot to think about.

Sending You a Letter for It Is More Heartfelt

Hi.

I don’t want to be your girlfriend. I don’t want to be your anything. But I like you.

I know it’s what you feel as well. I know I’m just someone random in your life. Someone to help you with your “thing”. But then, you like me too. And we both know our bodies want each other. We want to explore each other’s secret spots. We want to cover ourselves up in just sheets and shy the night away making sweet, sweet love. We want to grab each other really hard and intense, test where our kisses would reach, where our hands would land and our breaths would meet.