statingeuphoria

Remember Christian Allister was obsessed with Gianna for 8 years and went to therapy because of it, made connections with mafia just so he could see her, wore her hair tie on his wrist for 3 years, saw her get married twice, got down on her only to find she doesn't remember his name and when he finally had her, he washed her hair everynight and called her Malyshka.

I only know how to play with words. You said you didn't understand the meaning behind the string of words I crafted to romanticize love. But now I think otherwise. I still remember the way you looked in my eyes, while you bespoke sugar-coated lies. Since you've demonstrated your proficiency in that area by recounting nonexistent tales of love.

You hurt me in a way I find romantic.

Perhaps within my mind, there's a subtle stain,

a whisper of discord, a silent pain,

where thoughts do stray, and emotions wane,

mayhaps there lies an unseen chain of wrong chemicals in my brain.

Because then there would be an explanation of why I can't loathe you. You wrote me letters, and I keep them inside my diary. I always end up reading them again and again.

I remember how you held me the first time.

In that tender grasp, you whispered like a gentle grace,

"I dreamt of kissing you for so long."

And blushing hues adorned my face.

We sat there with legs entwined,

as hour took it's flight,

laughing in delight over the stories about your friends,

and everything felt right.

I remember how we shared the cup of coffee, your smile reflected in the mug's design.

You said it tasted better with my lipstick's sweet sign.

You took me to your favorite place and I asked you about your dreams. You said, "You. You are my dream."

I kissed you and I could feel my heart bursting with butterflies.

I sat there, on the same place where we once shared coffee remembering how you told me I need to let go of you, that it was the easiest thing I could do.

How does one erase the cherished love they've known?

Where's the oneness, the bond once shown?

What of vows pledged, in moments alone,

now lost to winds of time, to the unknown.

You were never afraid of heartbreak because it wasn't yours that was destroyed.

Your voice, once music to my soul,

now tuned out,

And in its silence, I knew you were in love with someone else.

Oh love,

You told me how you dreamt of kissing me

for a long time

Tell me,

As you were leaving me, were you dreaming of it

But for someone else this time?

him: Yes, baby. I am sorry.

(In bedroom, restraining her hands from behind and whispering in her ear)

him: So, what was that attitude about?

I am your sanctuary."

So much so, I couldn't breathe.