Romantics

I have had butterflies inside my tummy,

Sometimes, all over me.

I've had abundant peace,

Even had a short-lived sense of home.

Maybe now I want fireworks,

Lighting up my soul,

Feeling like my whole being would just explode with joy,

At the mere sight.

Maybe I want black coffee after getting drunk,

Or ice creams on a cold night,

Warm blankets shared,

Snuggling into each other,

Watching rom-com,

Lazy kisses on shoulders or behind the ears.

Waking up next to each other,

Smiling to myself,

At getting to see that face first thing in the morning.

Arranging bookshelves together,

Fighting and giving in, but never giving up.

Knowing I prefer theatres alone,

And definitely knowing I don't share popcorn.

Sending songs, sending lyrics.

Bookshopping and evening walks.

Sloppy kisses after midnight,

Hickeys that no longer need to hide.

Maybe I want all these, and more.

Maybe I'd like a Love that feels like Summer vacation with no homework.