Pick It Up (feat. Selena Gomez)

Your phone becomes a museum of memories: one notification, and you're back in that very scene, where you can just “pick up” and continue. Love here is like a strong, slightly dangerous syrup - sweet, addictive, and causing slight panic at the thought of “what if they don't answer.”

Memories flicker between “call” and “don't rush,” and attempts to be angry are replaced by the desire to cry with emotion - no words, just the habit of “picking up” the situation, like a heavy bag after shopping. It's ironic and homely: cooking, rearranging your life, but no one can replace the person who knows how to press the “pick it up” button.

Warmth without pretension - as if they left the window open and the smell of a summer evening flew into the room. A familiar feeling, a little awkward and incredibly true: a dependence that is not ashamed to be called love.