Perfect is...
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slow mornings, waking up to the smell of breakfast and the sight of her, dimples peaking, and sunlight pouring in and glinting all particles in the air, like golden stars.
the back of the bus, headphones blocking all other sounds except your baby’s laughter as you watch the famiilar streets of cities streams past.
that horribly-made sweater that is your favourite colour, and has your name weaved into the back and loud family dinners.
mountain tops, air rushing against your face, sleepovers and 15 kilimeter runs in the morning.
kisses pressed on your wrists and slow car drives in an deserted highway, and exchanged letters with neibourghs that two meters away.
Dad grinning and you shrieking as he races after you, the chores left forgetten.
movie nights that end up with everyone sleeping before the end, and waking up tangled togather.
long hugs with loved people and that moment where you throw your hand in the air and everyone is screetching for no reason, and it’s the afternoon but you’re all drunk.
the music turned up on 100 and kissing your girlfriend in the back of the car, her hands threading through your hair.
and a morning text with capital letters and emojis, saying i love you in sixy-seven ways.