My Love, my life.

“Life is what we make out of it” say some. “Life already has things planned for everyone” say others.

Whatever or whoever life is, it’s beautiful but what’s more beautiful is the people and moments that you cherish with them.

A crowded road but I can’t listen to anything except you talking and you’re silent humming of songs that brings me to a state of tranquil.

Your light brown eyes with strokes from the contrasting black pupils are addicting. They’re like drugs. My kind of drugs.

Your smile… Even sorrow surrenders to it. Full of happiness.

The way you tuck your hair behind your ears is something I’d watch you do forever.

And you’re cute little nose. It’s that cute.

What was once a simple white canvas is now a vibrant piece of art — priceless