Dear Imaginary Love,

I hate that I fall in love so easily…

I fall in love with clouds, and the way the sun drifting down turns them into cotton candy.

I fall in love with the way the breeze tickles the leaves in the trees, causing them to twirl and dance.

I fall in love with the way the rain bounces off puddles, and with thick fog in the evening.

I fall in love with music, and the feeling I get from a song.

With art, and the brush stokes on a painting.

With fairy lights and Christmastime.

With bright colours and soft textures.

I fall in love with people.

With a stranger’s laugh, their smile, their voice.

With the colour of someone’s eyes. With something they said.

With kind acts and soft voices.

I hate that I fall in love so easily, for I often long to be like these things, or to have them for my own.

And I think, just maybe…I might have fallen in love with you…

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