Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.
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Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
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You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.
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I know I’ll look back on these days and wonder why were some so hard? I know already that they’ll be, the best I’ve ever had. I know I’ll look back on these seemingly impossible days and wish for them back. And I’m finally starting to understand what it feels like to be really loved.
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I meant every word I said. And I hate that it would mean so much to me, to know that I cross your mind occasionally.
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I fell accidentally like Alice into a whole world anew I found, When I fell accidentally in love always and ever with you.
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Romeo and Juliet have nothing on this story, all the places we will go, or down in drumroll glory.
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And didn’t I used to say “live fast, die young” right up until it was your last day too soon, with me under the sun.
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I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
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And you, you’ll always be the most brilliant mystery a masterpiece of october midnight hauntings my best dressed trauma at the evening masquerade.
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She’s never seemed fragile, or weak. No. Never. Not to me. Her strength, is viking. Her bravery. Her wild. And at night, Helena, she sleeps. With the wolves lovingly at her feet.
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There’s a sincerely bittersweet truth in the way neither of us deserve me loving you.
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And I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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Tell me, please how I’m ever meant to forget these exact words that you said – “you have my heart you stole it and I’m fine with that”
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