There’s just something about this room

I don’t know if I said enough about this room last time. It’s small, it’s cozy, it gets a lot of great light (especially in the morning). Crown Heights is a special place to me now. I didn’t spend much time here until I met her. It feels like home, and now I can’t imagine anything else but that.

The bed breaks almost every night, despite getting new slats and making sure none of the storage gets in the way. It looks good, though; guess you can’t expect much from Ikea bed frames. The plants look pretty on the window sill and I try to surprise her with flowers often as possible. Then the window sill looks really pretty.

I wonder when she’ll leave this place, and if the next one will be better than the last, or if I’ll miss this place dearly. I think I will either way. And then hopefully soon after that we’ll have something of our own. Somewhere where the bed doesn’t break and the flowers never die.

We laugh in there so much, just talking or dancing or watching our guilty pleasure reality shows. We like to joke that we tan in there in the mornings, because the light is so strong and beams directly on our faces. She lights up the whole room when the light lays on her face like that. I’ve never seen something so perfect.

The first time I ever went there was so special. And so was the second, and third, and so on and so forth. But something about that first time was different. It feels like the start to this chapter, a chapter I didn’t see coming but can’t imagine what life would be like if it hadn’t.

We’ve grown together a lot in this room. Starting out not knowing what would come next, to asking the scary questions, to falling in love, to falling in love even more, and laughing and crying and laying and figuring out how to navigate life together. It’s been nothing short of a dream.

I don’t know if we’d be where we are now if it weren’t for this room, so it’ll always be special to me; the place we fell in love. It’ll always be the place I feel safest and most calm. Anywhere can be like this as long as she’s with me, but there’s just something about this room.

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