Wednesday, 24 January 2024
he’s like the night of a full moon, shines so brightly far away from you. he blooms like a first line of a love poetry, that you reread again and again. like your favourite scent crossing paths in an unknown stranger. like the sleep after crying so hard? like a taste of your first drink of summer. like a picture in the field of sunflowers. like a hundred years old poetry. like the first sunshine of a winter morning. like the smell of soil after rain. like a love that you read in books and fascinate about? like your secret place with the best view. like home? like a forever love of a dead poet. like everything and nothing at all.
Love really is just "I'm thinking of you. I will ask you if you are okay. I remember your favorite flavor of tea. I want to talk to you. I hope your mother is well. I will read to you. I like your laugh. I want to help you. I will sit next to you. I got you the chocolate you like. Your eyes have gold in them. I think you'd like this book. I miss you when you aren't here." isn't it?
And if i could be in your eyes for a moment. if i could live in your mind for a second. if you could smile because of me. if you call my name for once - i am ready to win any crisis this world offers to me. i am ready to destroy any wrong this universe do to me. i am ready to wipe all those tears, each eye shed around me. i am ready to face, to break and to heal. if only you could know my existence , even if it lasts an instant in your memory that -- someone like me, loved you.
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