"Maybe, if we make it,
I swim to your ocean to light where you are blue. My playlist is filled with love songs about you. Your words are what will keep me awake every night and what wakes me up in the morning. Your hello never sounds like goodbye but everything.
The monochrome rainbow inside my head is pink in all layers. Your favorites are well-listed in my mind. We have popcorn and soda over movies or games. Coffee and cookies over nice books. We can have a refrigerator-light dance with spins and bends.
Maybe if we make it,
this is not the only way I let my love language be well-spoken. Because you are always well-written to every corner of my senses.
I wrote this, so that even just through these words, this way we can make it."
–Jhunamae Moja (If we make it, smnllyl)
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