Alipin

Love is sometimes like a strange contract: it seems like no one signed anything, but you're already living in ‘alipin’ mode - voluntarily and happily. You fight like cats and dogs, but you still reach out for a hug, even if your brain grumbles that it's time to keep your distance. There is no pathos here, only honest confusion: sometimes feigned coldness, sometimes a burning longing for someone else's hands. And this makes it even warmer - because even if the simplest words contain ‘only you,’ then it's worth it.