taste like home.

you’re my favourite outfit, i’d wear you on me all day.

you’re my favourite book, i’ll never be tired to read you all night.

you’re my favourite song, i’d play you on loop until the world gets sick of us.

you’re my favourite place, i’d keep coming back to you even when i’m lost in myself.

you’re my favourite poem, not the rhyming kind—just the kind that feels like something.

you’re my favourite meal, and i ain’t worried about calories when it’s you.

you’re my favourite silence, the one that doesn't need filling.

you’re my favourite chaos, the kind i’d choose even on my sanest days.

you’re my favourite mistake, and i’d still make you again—eyes open, heart first.

and maybe i’m too much sometimes,

but you?

you’re just enough in all the right ways.

not perfect. not polished.

but real.

and that’s all i’ve ever wanted—

not a fantasy. not a forever.

just someone i’d pick again

even when everything else changes.

even when i’m nothing like who i used to be.

i’d still pick you.

i’d still wear you.

i’d still read you.

and yeah,

i’d still love you.

💗