To me being your girlfriend:

We watch airplanes fly high in the sky,
Manifesting vacations on islands and mountains.
Both because, my niche is trekking and sunrises,
long walks and sunsets being yours.

You lay on my lap in the balcony,
on a random Wednesday sipping chai.
Your hair tickles my thigh,
but goes un noticed because of the breathtaking sky.

Huge waves hug us on the shore,
Our feet are wet but hands are warm.
I hold your arm and we take a walk,
and call it a date because why not?

I annotate my books,
and you read the annotations.
You teasingly stare into my eyes,
and all I do is deeply smile.

It was raining heavily that day,
you stepped under my floral umbrella.
Within seconds your hand was over my shoulders,
just enough to not let me drench.

These are moments of love, laughter, happiness and everything in between,
just the two of us.
From sharing glances,
to sharing ice – creams.
And from you crushing over me,
to me being your girlfriend.