tea in the balcony

I go inside and feel a wave of fulfilment envelop me – this is a place I truly call home, I think to myself.

I hear the splash of warm water in this cold January night, your voice singing along to another pop punk song, as I turn around and see the bits of belongings we acquired together to make this place a bubble of our own.

In moments like these, I look back and see how far we’ve come, and that I am exactly where I always dreamed of being since I met you.

No, it’s not perfect, and I know a lot will still have to take place, but as Billy Joe puts it, “Baby, I don’t have much, but what we have is more than enough”.

In the most mundane of days, doing absolutely nothing, my heart is at peace and I am filled to the brim with joy and ease.