literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it."
“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think."
Heart of Sydney
It was nighttime Sydney—dark, embezzled with light from street lamps and shop windows, under a cloudy, reflective sky—and despite the ended day, the city hummed life.
While walking, I turned my head to see a magnificent arch holding a vast womb of golden light against the night of the city. It was the Central Train Station.
Off-center to the left stood a man in a black jacket and a woman in a trenchcoat embraced in a kiss, his hand against the small of her back as she tilted ever so slightly.
Against their melded silhouette, others scurried here and there to a beat unheard. Feet shuffling. Footsteps clicking.
And the clock overlooking the junction ticked on.