Every time I see a photo booth I think how nice it would be to kiss someone in it.
When I see a man walk down the street with a bouquet of flowers and I picture the reaction of the recipient.
When my feet are cold in bed.
Every time I watch a starry night sky and my hand wants to reach for someone else’s hand.
When I am alone and see something funny and I want to tell someone that will find it funny just because they love me.
When I am crying and there’s nobody to hold me.
When I am on the Victoria line to Brixton. Or at King’s Cross station and every time I pass the Aldwych Theater.
When I am dancing in the kitchen and a slow song comes on.
When I see your name written somewhere.
When my body craves touch.
When I look for something in my boxes and see the Christmas gift I bought you and never gave you.
The scent of men’s perfume.
Every year on your birthday.
Every year on my birthday.
When I am sitting in the passenger seat of a car and I want someone to grab my knee.
The Marshes in February.
When I am taking a boat on the Thames.
Every time I am at the cinema.
When I walk past my old house, the one where I realised I loved you.
Every time I land at an airport, and the doors at arrivals open.
I feel this, Nadia. 🤍
❤️