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I once feared mornings with you, I thought the mundane repetitiveness would screw deeper and deeper into our minds until we are nothing. But these days, after spending many mornings with you peacefully asleep next to me, I have fallen in love with it. I look forward to the quiet moments before you open your eyes, the soft voice in the morning mumbling “good morning”, the stumbles towards the kitchen bench before the coffee machine echoing off the walls. I have fallen in love with the small talks across the tiny round table set by the window. It’s moments like this that reminds me of the admiration I have with you in my life.

A lovely person lately brought to my attention that my fatal flaw is that I can’t help but see the best in people. I must admit that I do understand the reasoning behind it as I have met my fair share of tragedies. But it’s a flaw I’m willing to suffer with because I just know how beautiful the best can be. I know to some extent the small beauties behind the characters people often hide. Whether it’s the unrecognisable kindness behind simplistic syllables they choose to share, or the easily missed nod when they’re focused on your words. I’m often catching myself noticing tiny wonders behind people as I learn new beauties. 

I’ve taught myself to explore the people I meet, not in the way a dissection would study someone. I rather explore people to find their true selves, because there is nothing more incredibly than the true passionate spirit. To find an individual’s deepest passion is extraordinary. It allows for them to open up with me and in some cases, I can help them. I’ve met many who have been lost in the furthest corners of depression where they feel like nothing could help them out. But through all this darkness, I’ve seen incredible talents. I’ve met writers who could bring warmth through her delicate writings. I’ve met beautifully talented designers who scream beauty through their compelling pieces. I’ve met musicians who could pull out the unspeakable truths in the form of a song. 

Regardless of where someone has been or possibly still going through, I will always try my hardest to find their inner fires.

I remember seeing you in the old underground train station, your eyes piercing through the crowd. Your eyes were inviting enough to overtake my itch of shyness, so I walked on over. I heard the sweetness of your voice along every syllable of your name and it instantly branded itself to my memories. We both got on the train and somehow found two empty seats that to this day, I’m still astonished considering the mess of a train it was. To this day, the mention of your name reminds me of the soft smile and the stream of hair you brush behind your ear. It was early in the morning, I remember because you told me all about how it was your first day at work as a designer. The thoughts sparking in my head like fireworks as you mention what you do, a smile already escaping through the corners of my lips. I absolutely admired you, you told me all about the years you spent studying at uni, all the failed attempts, and all the beautiful attempts. I remember the soft chuckle as I ask if there could’ve been something of yours I’ve seen, as if I was a shit comedian sharing a joke you can’t help but laugh sympathetically. I couldn’t help but mention all the years I studied design at school, how I thought I was a genius because I was able to do what I know now as the basics of photoshop. I was so invested in you and your fascinating lifestyle that I forgot to ask if we could keep in contact before you had to rush off the train because the doors were about to close. I still think about you, the kind-hearted artist nervously preparing yourself for your new job. Sometimes I think moments like those are just meant to be as they are, small crystal moments in time that’s nothing more, and nothing less. Just a perfect moment in a world filled with imperfections.