i suppose that i shouldn't treat you like a sunshine, but that's what i do. love isn't perfect or flawless, it's messy and real, honestly, that's the beauty of it. i fell in love with the cracked and broken pieces of you, i stare at your lips and fall in love with the way they form what you say.

it's so scary to love someone so much that you would rather take the pain then leaving if it means keeping them in your life.

i love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride, so i love you because i know no other way that this: where i does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.

27.02.1996;

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