I've told myself that this wouldn't last more than a few weeks.
I forced myself to numbing to cope from the heartbreak I suffered months to survive.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
from our first kiss under the light of Flagey's bus stop to Étangs d'Ixelles.
Something in your kiss felt like home..
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
for letting me dancing to QOTSA while strolling the way back to your place.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
you and your nagging cough.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
a month later, still waking up next to you with a Songbird by Fleetwood Mac.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
dancing to some stupid techno tunes in the morning with your silly cycling shades on me.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
a kiss on my cheek while I was munching your Nduja Siu Mai on my birthday.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
dancing in the middle of Bruges Markt to Dancing Queen by ABBA from your Spotify.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
you and your Yangnyeom Chicken that took hours to cook.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
I'm writing this now on your couch while waiting for you to wake up and send me off to tram stop.
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
I started to let myself fall for you. Maybe a bit too hard..
The night after L'Amère à Boire,
thank you for being consistent
and making me feel special everyday. :)
Brussels, 14 August 2023
