bewilderment among other things

i am a confusing person. i may love things that i hate; i may hate things that i love. sometimes i adore the sun setting and i close my eyes as the sun drapes itself with dust and memories. then i despise the way the sun rises with false anticipation for children chasing them, desiring to touch even a glint of gold and sunlight. but i try not to love the way your crooked smile makes everything look endearing. because i am afraid that i will soon learn to hate it.

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