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as if there are literal violins playing in the background and a gush of wind blows through her hair

and there’s nothing you can do except drown in her love.

you write about her teaching you to be better person,

but i also remember you holding my hand, looking into my eyes and claiming how you’d be nowhere without me.

you say she doesn’t look you in the eyes while talking, but i know i looked into them and promised you to stand up for you against everyone else.

you write about her perfectly sculpted lips and how she tastes, but i also remember how you wrote sonnets on my smile.

you write of yourself being in darkness before she came walking into your life with sunshine for eyes, but how, oh how could you forget when at 4 in the morning i used to repeat “I love you” until you could breathe again.

from mapping out our paper house, to lighting it up on fire.

Mom: “why are you crying so damn loudly??!”

I like you for being you, and I don’t want you to fit into my “ideal person”. You are you and that what’s I love the most.

We all have flaws, but that’s what makes us a human right. Perfection is just an idea and god, I wish it remains that. A person without flaws, regrets, mistakes isn’t a human I’m sorry, it’s a monster. A monster made of perfection.

In case if I die some mysterious death I want you to go to some folks house and deliver the news and especially this one right here give him this letter. That’s it cool enough?

The owl:

Me: woahh!! What do you mean you don’t do this kinda stuff, I’ve seen Harry Potter okay!

The owl: no, things don’t work like tha-