We don't know how long something good lasts, but all we know is what we feel at that moment. We know when we crave it during the most chaotic moments in a day. A different kind of high, a different aspect to comfort. You recognize the fight within you is only the realization that you are surprisingly selfless, or that you abandon any guard you said you would put up.
Random moments of stolen, comforting gestures and entanglements. This is not everyday, but is it there? Go outside, only to look in.
Romanticism is not lost in comfortability (urban myth). It's more like peace is achieved - the (inner) peace of mind between two people. Inner peace is romantic. Aren't convinced? Who cares (sucks to be you). A form of clarity is achieved for a duration unknown to you. You knock on wood, you enjoy and live in the moment - even though it's late and you should be sleeping. It's a risk, but are the rewards greater? Take out the movie moments. Is there another level of reality that hasn't reached the credits yet (or ever?). It's yours. It's private. Inevitable disappointments. Compromise. Frustration. Patience. Understanding. Perseverance. Foundation. Never Perfection - because that's not real. Sometimes we love relentlessly. No explanations needed.
"You're playing that song again?? But it's like your 3rd time...but I can't hear the TV"
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