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Waking up from the delightful sleep as the sun rays hit my skin, i freshened up.

My mornings used to be dull and borderline tarnished.

Messy hair, dark circles, sore throat from screaming all night.

Nightmares kept haunting me more than any haunted place ever could.

That horrified agony and screams when my father burnt mom alive still kept echoing.

The only person i loved with everything i had.

And now i had nothing. Like an empty can, void from the inside.

Lacuna.

The incident paralyzed me for months.

Fighting, yelling; nevertheless, it failed to deliver my demise.

But succeeded to break me to the extent that i lost the hope to overcome again.

Love.

It was a sheet blinded and consumed by its stupid fake promises.

At least that's what i believed.

Love never gave me anything. It just took.

When the clouds became cleared, showering you in the form of rain in unshed tears, you realized just how much of a foolish you were.

How foolish they made of you.

But it would be too late. The damage had been planted in a beyond repairing way.

I vowed to myself.

But they said, magic comes in pieces.

Like the blooming of a cherry blossom, sun in matutine, or lake in a desert.

Like a selcouth, you came.

I didn't fear Forelsket.

Maybe that was it.

Let it be the habromania.

I reached again to that destination, which the destiny had designed for me.

You threw yourself, burying your nose close to my neck, "I missed you, love."

That collywobbles welcomed me once again.

Your company made me smile again and again and again.

Like a stupid teenager staring at her schools infatuation.

You bent forward and motioned me to accept your palms as we both floated back and forth on the swing, leaning against each other like a 90s couple usually did.

A deep, calm solitude of presence. As the oddly satisfying honey-wood scent of yours evaporated my senses.

And suddenly you smelled like home.