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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
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in the events that this heart is sinking and this mind may seem clouded with heavy thoughts remember that during those moments all that is ever-crystal ever-constant is my love for you. This lungs may have trouble with breathing at times but this mouth will always, always find its way to yours. You’re the only fresh air that I could ever have and ever need. This hands will continue to find its way to yours and grasp into it as if it depended on it. I’ll always be looking at your face, taking it all in and admiring every bit of it as if it was made for me and as if it’s whole essence is to be looked at by me. It is as if every second is crucial that every part of you is a mystery that I have to decipher. My eyes would only see you and strip you off until all It could see is your bare soul. My eyes would see the things people dont bother looking at. The parts that you find boring and unexalting. My heart that is meant to love you— wholly, would try to calm every bit of your storm and every bit of the excruciating moments that is meant to happen to you. To my profound love, my soulmate, my bestfriend, the freddie to my effy, the jesse to my celine, and the peter to my gwen, i love you.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
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