"are you really in love with me?"
"of course, I really really love you, babe."
then, why doesn't it seem like you do?
because no—not really. you're just in love with the way I always make you feel. like you're the Sirius among my constellation of stars.
because you are.
you just.. you just love my words. you love the way I pour my feelings for you through my poems. you love the way I arrange words and phrases to cheer you up on your hard times. you love the way I appreciate everything you do.
you love the fact that you're special to someone—to me. but you neither give me a feedback nor treat me the way I treat you because you know that I'll always be there for you, whatever it takes.
— of course you are my Sirius,
but darling you're shining too bright,
and I'm burned.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
"are you really in love with me?"
"of course, I really really love you, babe."
then, why doesn't it seem like you do?
because no—not really. you're just in love with the way I always make you feel. like you're the Sirius among my constellation of stars.
because you are.
you just.. you just love my words. you love the way I pour my feelings for you through my poems. you love the way I arrange words and phrases to cheer you up on your hard times. you love the way I appreciate everything you do.
you love the fact that you're special to someone—to me. but you neither give me a feedback nor treat me the way I treat you because you know that I'll always be there for you, whatever it takes.
— of course you are my Sirius,
but darling you're shining too bright,
and I'm burned.
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