Clueless Ink

We often see posts about moving on, painting with our tears, growing through unrequited love, and embracing scars and differences.

But what about being madly in love?

Might be around a dream of him, that imaginary husband, with two dogs and two cats, living in a small garden villa. Greens climbing up the living room window ceiling, growing and shedding with the passing seasons.

From sharing golgappas, obscene pillow fights and making love, to feeling unjudged, managing finances, and holding each other up, balancing the weight together.

Love like that takes time. But when the trial and error pays off, it becomes the most beautiful canvas—one we build, stroke by stroke, together.

Let’s choose to fall in love.

Let’s keep our canvas wild; bare when it needs to breathe, bursting when it overflows.

I’ll bring pieces of me, you’ll bring pieces of you.

Let’s sketch the outline of me, shade it with you, and let the masterpiece become us.