Golden Hours

As I nestled deeper into the couch with a book in my lap, my thoughts were a thousand miles away. They were with you, baby.   You always seemed to be caught in a whirlwind of school projects and extracurricular activities. Sometimes, I felt like a tiny speck in his vast, bustling world. But tonight, I got a desire that was as gentle and persistent as the rain outside. I wanted to be more than a blip on your radar; I wanted to be the melody that filled your heart with joy. So with a touch of hope, I sent you a text, inviting you over for a cozy evening.   Oh, I felt a surge of gratitude for the man who had stolen my heart. When you arrived, soaked from the rain, it was like a breath of fresh air. I wrapped you in a warm blanket I'd prepared and eased your pain. The simple act of caring for you, of providing a sanctuary from the storm, filled me with a profound sense of love. Hot chocolate sipped as we watched the show. My heart began to glow. Laughter and tears intertwining wit...

I woke up feeling like the world was closing in on me. The silent specter crept into my thoughts. Every little thing seemed to be a sign. Oh, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. My guiding star seemed to be slipping from my grasp. Was it my fault? In my eagerness to hold onto love, had I inadvertently pushed you away? These questions pricked at my soul. I'm a mess. Pacing back and forth. Every text, every call, every glance was scrutinized under a microscope. When you knocked on my door, the lines of concern etched upon your brow, contrasted starkly with the playful twinkle in your eyes. You sat down beside me. Gentle words and reassuring touch. You strove so hard to dispel the clouds that had been looming over me, reminding me of the steadfast love that has always been our North Star. You said we're happy, we're in love, and there's no need to worry. I know you love me, and I love you. I know I'm being irrational, but it’s hard not to feel this w...