Sometimes you miss the memories, not the person.

Just like any other sunday i turn into this ambivalent mixture of wanting to run out to an open field of flowers in a tiny crochet creation and feel the wind in my hair, and bury myself in a sea of blankets and put on music that breaks my heart while i think of everything that could have been. Yep, that's me. My friends and family have learnt to love me. Maybe you will too, someday.

Someday.

When that someday comes and I have grown on you and you have fallen in complete and utter love with my heart and you can't imagine any other 'someday' without me, that's when we start creating memories that will last forever.