Like two cups of coffee as it rains on a Friday evening,

Like cozying into a warm duvet in July in Nairobi,

Like coming home after a long time.

You and I are better together like lyrics to a melody,

I know it’s cheesy, but if you could come my way, help me adorn these pages words, then maybe just maybe we’d sprinkle this world with stardust,

For whoever has stories can never be lost.