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βsecond year of love and my heart still yearns. it yearns for quaint and peaceful days β when you left the first kiss on my temple, when you lifted me off the ground to greet me after weeks of having seen eachother. it patiently waits for the day it gets to run a mile at the sound of your calm voice... again.
if i could, i would soften every edge of the world with my own bones for you. i would hold your burning heart with my bare palms. whether fate is kind or cruel, one must try to search for hope anyway. there is no magic that could replicate it. and i do β i hope. i love you, and i wait.β
ββ from a box of unsent letters












