Arcade

A thousand battles won and lost. But your voice is all that matters, whatever the cost. Flashing screens or the clang of coins, it's always better with you here. You're my strong center amidst all the beautiful madness. We invariably find our peace in this electric haze.

Stepping out into the cool night air, the city lights twinkled around us, painting such a colorful backdrop – just like a scene from our own private movie. And when your arm found its way around my waist, everything simply clicked into place. It always does when you're near.

The faint smell of your cigarette and half-empty bottle of cherry wine in my palm. Even the most rugged edges find their grace now.

This love might not be a flawless fairytale, and sometimes, it feels intensely complex. We both have this soft little fear tucked away inside that something so incredibly profound might be too delicate to hold onto forever, or perhaps, too sweet to ever last. But it's just another part of beauty, baby.

Every moment we steal from the night feels infinite. Each caress and glance is burned into the very fabric of my being. They're more precious than pure gold, mending what was broken and making me wonderfully whole. It's only with you that my heart truly blossoms and comes alive.

By the old pier, the waves are crashing below. And with the tides, we rise and fall in conversation. I swear, I can hear what you don't say in the quiet of the night. There's no saving us now from this consuming tide, my love. And so, we'll gracefully float through this life, carried on moonlit currents, among the remnants of a world we scarcely perceive, just you and I.

You are, and always will be, my true rest.