Ik this is a song about a lil jealousy but I can’t help but think of my crush when I hear this she’s so so pretty and has a beautiful soul she’s perfect
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alhaitham's breath hits your cheek with every rise and setting of his chest. he's fast asleep, arm wound tightly around your waist pulling you close to him—like this, you're unable to wriggle out of his grip. (not that you want to. not when it's one of the few times you're awake before he is.)
you lift a warm hand to his cheek, caress the soft skin there and lean forward to place a gentle kiss. he looks peaceful like this, your haithoomi. your hayi. it's different—how his face relaxes when he's asleep. it's not like your haitham is expressive but there is a difference. he is not concentrating right now, instead blissfully off to dreamland where he does not think; learn; or ruminate.
your thumb smooths over his left brow and gives him one last kiss on the cheek before waking him up. the birds have yet to begin their chirping and the streets have not started their bustling, but it is dawn.
"haitham," you call softly. when he does not rouse immediately, you cup his face and lean your head on his. "haithoomi."
then he wakes, lids fluttering and eyes bleary; his first sight you. in a voice deep with sleep, he says your name in turn.
"happy birthday."
his brows knit, then a hand is on your jaw; his thumb caresses the skin there. "...have you woken me up just to greet me?"
perhaps it's the way he's said it because you laugh.
your haitham says your name in a low tone, "we have all day later."
(right, oh, right. alhaitham's taken the day off to celebrate with you his first birthday since being with you.)
"i know," you say, voice warm. "but i wanted to get a headstart."
and your haitham breathes out a sigh. for moments there is silence. he continues to caress your jaw, bright green eyes boring into yours.
his staring is suffocating. it forces you to run your mouth, cheeky while saying, "i bet it's your first time being woken up to be greeted happy birthday, right?"
he makes a noncommittal noise; a hum. you chuckle, "i just want your firsts, hayi."
"do you now?" your comment brings him alive. your haithoomi looks awake.
"of course i do," you stress. your arms then wrap around him, pulling him close to your being. "every couple milestone should be celebrated."
your haitham moves forward and kisses your forehead. "there is plenty of time to celebrate it later," he says, "it's too early. go back to sleep, joonam."
so you do.
(you don't miss that he's not refused you wanting his firsts. it keeps you awake and causes you to feign sleep.
luckily for you, you don't know alhaitham does the same. just a small shift in position will let you know his heart is beating rapidly in his chest, as a small smile curls his lips.
i just want your firsts, hayi, it plays round and round in his mind. even when the sunlight cascades into the bedroom from the windows, it never once leaves him.
alhaitham finds himself wanting the same.)
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She doesn't know that the world is turning just for her.
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I found my Magnolia. The prettiest girl that i know.
Stars in her eyes , handpicked from the skies. Don't know if she has a beautiful soul tho coz i never had to courage to talk to her.
Perfection is the only word i think of when i think of her.
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I’ve been listening to laufey recently and I came to the conclusion that these songs:
- magnolia and lacey by olivia rodrigo
- night light and never grow up by taylor swift
have the same vibe (respectively)
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