Something about Naomi.
There’s a quote that made me believe there’s poetry in everyone. Every story we hold within ourselves has a different rhyme scheme. I want Naomi to become one of those stories, too. Would you like that? Also, tell me the craziest thing in your bucket-list.
Some random things you should know about Naomi. She was fascinated by how you could see the northern lights in the eyes of people you loved if you looked with enough passion. She loved animals and could never cage them, not even metaphorically. Naomi always believed love to be soothing – something similar to hot showers in winters or over-sized t-shirts or maybe even happy songs her dad used to sing for her. Her favorite trip had been to the Araku valley where every turn of the road reminded her to breathe and every drop of the sky took her breath away. She often wished on fallen eyelashes and then kept them in a box and called it her bucket-list.
When she met Liam, love felt nice. It came hidden in glances, drunk texts, butterflies, confessions. The first time Naomi saw him, it was in a library. She was reading poetry out of a yellowed book when he fell for her. I mean, fell because of her. He hit his foot on the edge of her chair and tripped. Her first thought when she saw him: poetry and hot chocolate. Her rhyme and reason. His brown eyes were giggling as he got up to his feet and that’s when she had her first crush ever.
Soon, they were dating. Everything was going well except every time he did something different, she would love him a little more. He was crazy. One morning, he set up a canvas and started painting: he drew a pair of eyes, joined at one end to resemble an infinity. One of the eyes was his, the other was hers. Every night when they went to sleep, they would whisper ‘I really like you’ against the other’s neck and then kiss. It took weeks for her to confess her love but confess she did. One night, she leaned in and whispered ‘I love you’ instead. She never could’ve kept this secret for too long.
I don’t know if you remember but she loved animals and could never cage them, not even metaphorically; and she had way too many butterflies in her stomach.
I’ll tell you about her bucket-list some other time.
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Thank you!
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What a pretty story; I just love how you can capture life in words. It’s a skill I admire very much, and something about the story just makes me smile – maybe I just have an affinity towards the name Naomi, but I think it has more to do with the beautiful painting you create with words
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That means a lot to me. Thank you!
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Wonderfully written. Well that is how it is nowadays isn’t it? Love is hard to find and many of us don’t want to cage animals, even metaphorically.
I would never want to, I let them free.
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Love has always been hard to find. The only happy love stories you’ll ever see will be because the person wasn’t trying to ‘find’ love. It just happened as the person went on with their life.
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Yes that is true. People are fast to move on.
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This is amazing.
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Thank you, beautiful.
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Just frees butterflies in your heart!🦋
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Thank you!
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Something about your stories, it captures one’s heart.
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Thank you so much!
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Somewhere it touches your heart:)
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Thank you!
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❤️
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🙂
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Wow❤️
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Glad you liked it!
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Wow! Whimsical!💞
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Thank you, beautiful!
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I really love this post, the story, the words. Beautifully written and so engaging x
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Glad you do, beautiful. Thank you!
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Beautifully written!!!
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Thank you!
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You made me fall in love with falling in love all over again. Keeping hope alive!
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That means a lot to me. Thank you Lilly!
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An enjoyable read. Looking forward to Naomi’s bucket list.
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That’ll take a month, haha. But do stay around for it. There will be other posts till then.
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This is such a lovely read.
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Thank you, beautiful. Means a lot.
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My pleasure! 😊
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Amazing!!
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Thank you!
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Lovely picture! Lovely sentiment! Butterflies in Your Mind!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful and relaxing picture. Wish I were there!
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Haha I do too.
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this is legit beauty here thumbs up
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Thank you!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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HOT SHOWERS AND OVERSIZED T SHIRTS AND SWEATSHIRTS IS SO MEEE
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Haha same. The second thing I did in Mumbai was taking a hot shower xD like an hour ago.
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Ahahaha is it very cold there though?
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Not at all. It’s a t-shirt weather. Hotel rooms are a different case, though.
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Oh I get it.
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Yeah. Have you been to Mumbai?
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Never yar. Never been to India actually.
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Whatttt. That’s crazy.
Chatting in the comments is crazy too.
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I swear 😂😂 very crazy. I did text you on Instagram, on your page tho.
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Text me on my personal?
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You have a very creative method to your storytelling. Like it!
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Means a lot 🙂
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I like the poetic way you write.
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Very glad you do!
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This is lovely. I enjoyed the image of the eyes connectinng to form an infinity, and how she could cage nothinng, not even mataphorically.
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