Now

 Perfect love, perfect lovers, perfect lives. 

They do not exist. 

What does exist and what matters, is the feeling, and the moment that is shared.

Perfect words, perfect touches, perfect endings,

Do not exist.

What matters is what is now.

I love you

"I love you".

"Mhm".

Awkwardness

 The awkwardness that is Us.

The wrong timing. 

The wrong place. 

Things that shouldn't have been said. 

Us. 

The suppression. 

The sadness. 

The longing to be.

The awkwardness that is y
ou and me. 

Life

 Life's too short. You know that right? 

So please come soon so we can spend our days together. 

Call when you can so I can hear your voice. 

Message in the microseconds between tasks so I know you're thinking of me too. 

Because life's too short for this distance between me and you. 

Happy

 And when someone makes you happy, so happy inside, nothing else matters. 

Waves

But that's what it is, a wave. It comes towards you as a swell, it goes up high, higher than you, and you're under it and you come out the other side of it. It's just a wave and you ride it however you can, until there's sadness no more. 

Diya

 "You love too hard. You love too deeply, too much. You should see if the other is reciprocating it too?" 

"What does that mean? How do measure love? You either love someone or you don't. You can't measure it in depths! "Oh, I love you 57%, no more than that though". If I love, I just do."

"And what will happen to your love the day he tells you that he doesn't love you?"

"Good question. They say we die twice in life. Once when you physically die and the second time is when someone utters your name for the last time. And there's a third, when that little light you kept on just for them extinguishes. Then loves gone".