Northern Lights
Tea
Your laugh is loud. Guaranteed to give you attention. It always startles me, because silence is such a natural thing to you. I love laying in your arms and talk to no one. You never pay attention, but it's okay - I always repeat myself anyway. At night we never share the comforters. You freeze easily, so I let you have both. I'm wearing pajamas already and I love the cold.
You have a hard time waking up in the morning, so I try to make it easier for you. One alarm rings, and I am up. You don't even notice. I cook up some eggs and bacon, and I kiss you on the forehead and say quietly: "honey, breakfast is ready". It takes you about ten minutes to get out of bed and the food is already cold. But it's okay - I love the cold.
We work in the same restaurant. You're the sous chef, I am a waitress. I get a lot of early shifts, you choose to put yourself up for evenings. It's okay, I will ask someone else to change with me. Then we can go home together and watch a movie. You love action movies and movies about WW1 or WW2. I love dramas, science fiction and anything about the universe. So we end up watching a movie about the Cold War. It's okay - I love the cold.
Our vacation schedule is decided by the workplace, so we always have the same days off. It's spring time in Oslo, the most beautiful time to be down south. My family here has so many things planned, but your family lives all the way up north. You don't see them often, so we leave this spring to go back to winter. Honestly, it's okay - I love the cold.
You never really laugh at my jokes. Most people think I am quite funny, you find me unserious. I envy the ones who catch your attention. Sometimes it seems to be everyone but me. Our colleagues adore you, but think I'm too much. You get along with all kinds of people, even the ones who are cold to me. I tell myself it's okay - my heart is still warm for you. But you turn cold on me anyway.
The northern lights don't belong in the south. The southern lights will never shine for you.
But it's okay, I get it now. We're polar opposites.
You have a hard time waking up in the morning, so I try to make it easier for you. One alarm rings, and I am up. You don't even notice. I cook up some eggs and bacon, and I kiss you on the forehead and say quietly: "honey, breakfast is ready". It takes you about ten minutes to get out of bed and the food is already cold. But it's okay - I love the cold.
We work in the same restaurant. You're the sous chef, I am a waitress. I get a lot of early shifts, you choose to put yourself up for evenings. It's okay, I will ask someone else to change with me. Then we can go home together and watch a movie. You love action movies and movies about WW1 or WW2. I love dramas, science fiction and anything about the universe. So we end up watching a movie about the Cold War. It's okay - I love the cold.
Our vacation schedule is decided by the workplace, so we always have the same days off. It's spring time in Oslo, the most beautiful time to be down south. My family here has so many things planned, but your family lives all the way up north. You don't see them often, so we leave this spring to go back to winter. Honestly, it's okay - I love the cold.
You never really laugh at my jokes. Most people think I am quite funny, you find me unserious. I envy the ones who catch your attention. Sometimes it seems to be everyone but me. Our colleagues adore you, but think I'm too much. You get along with all kinds of people, even the ones who are cold to me. I tell myself it's okay - my heart is still warm for you. But you turn cold on me anyway.
The northern lights don't belong in the south. The southern lights will never shine for you.
But it's okay, I get it now. We're polar opposites.
Publisert: 20.11.2025, 12:09