March 28, 2026

“Wouldn’t it be better to love with reservations than to not love at all?”

It is not a thought that I would usually have in my head. In fact, I would wake up every day with the same set of thoughts, like clockwork.
 

Brush my teeth

Shower

Get dressed

Have breakfast

Head to work

Work

Have lunch

More work

Go home

Dinner

Rest

And in the intervals of my menial daily routine, I think of you. I think about the way you place too much toothpaste on your toothbrush, much so that we ended up not brushing at the same time so I wouldn’t chastise you. How you’d steal touches in the shower and what would usually take 15 minutes becomes 2 hours underneath the shower head. How you usually pair your clothes in similar colors because it matched your taste. How you’d talk with your mouth full. How you’d kiss me endlessly before we parted ways for work. How you’d send me messages during your breaks, and I’d read them while I eat my lunch. How you’d always be waiting for me to get off work, seated at the 3rd to the last step on the stairs in front of my building, having some sort of flower in tow without a fail every time. How you’d always hold my hand while we take the short commute home. Home. I’d always think about you when I think of home. You were always this sort of flame wherever you go, the w