bookshops and coffee dates
sounds cliche.
but the familiarity of crinkled pages
and liquid mustaches
with words tripping off my tongue
and your love around my heart
warming my chilled neck
is worth far more than paperback novels
and lack of author imagination.
A/N: not sure why I named this one “scarf” but I daresay it fits? Also because I’m wearing a scarf right now hehe.
Chaos of Life 