#chuliech

Find me, you whisper, soft voice alluring and honey eyes pulling me and you’re daring me, daring me to be so much more than I’ll ever will be, but not as brilliant as you, because you’re China and I know you’re the masterpiece of Gods.

You’re their most pride masterpiece --- a canvas of pale skin carved into a dainty yet strong finger of smooth collarbones and high cheekbones, dark hair like night sky and elegant hands, wit and grace and power. You’re China and Chun Yan, and you’re never ever going to be anything less than extraordinary -- you’re an inferno spirit, blazing as brightly as the color of your flags, and your heartbeats are racing and raging because you weren’t born to be a follower. You were born with history burdens, with shoulders to carry the world, with a soul to become a leader.

Chase me, you whisper, and you’re laughing, so freely and beautifully that my heart is aching because no one can remember the last time you smiled your true smile. I want to take a step closer to you, to my glorious and fire goddess, I want to come closer to touch it, to caress your blazing heart and calm it down.

Boys playing with fire will get themselves burnt to ashes, but you’re worth every path of blistered skin and broken heart --- I can walk over hellfire eternally just to touch your fingers and hold your hands and never let you go --- I don’t want to miss any moments with you, because each of them will go in legends that you can write. Just let me do it, because as long as I’m with you, I swear I’m invincible too.

Love me, you whisper, does that mean you believe me? Do you really allow me to clutch your passionate heart between my fingers and never let you go? Do you?

Let me hold you tightly and swear to love you and hold you forever more because you’re China and Chun Yan and when I’m with you, I can believe that I’m a God’s masterpiece too.